How silently, how silently
The wondrous gift is given.
So God imparts to human hearts
The wonders of Love's heaven.
~ Unknown
Prayer begins in us the restoration of the divine image, in all its hiddenness and wonder. It brings us closer to the "region of likeness" and every prayer is an act of letting the old self go. It involves "dying". The grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies. Dead, it is destined to bear much fruit.