"Prayer"

All the world prays.

Whenever where-ever for whatever.

The prayers ascend through clouds past worlds even stars.

Till they fall.

They fall onto an abandoned side street.

There's an old phone booth there.

Slightly bent over from where a truck backed into it.

The phone is ringing.

These are prayers.

The rings.

Millions of them. ...Billions.

Ringing.

Unanswered.

Forever.

Amen.