You taught me.

I used to think that miracles didn't exist.
Now I do.

Strangely, my heart feels at peace.
The power of prayer. Of faith. Of belief.

Every smile has a meaning to it.
Every tear, a story.

I think of the days gone by.
Of the songs we sang.
The shouts of joy.
Skipping hand in hand.

You're not here anymore.
But I still feel your presence.
So close. So close.

I thank you for teaching me to pray.
To have faith.
To believe.
In you.