A Poem about Prayer

"The builder who first bridged Niagara's gorge,
Before he swung his cable, shore to shore,
Sent out across the gulf his ventureing kite
Bearing a slender cord for unseen hands
To grasp upon the further cliff and draw
A greater cord, and then a greater yet;
Till at last across the chasm swung
The cable - then the mighty bridge in air!

"So may we send our little timid thought
Across the void, out to God's reaching hands-
Send our love and faith to thread the deep-
Thought after thought until the little cord
Has greatened to a chain no chance can break,
And we are anchored to the infinite!"
~ Edwin Markham