A Prayer for the Prayer in Me

I have a prayer in me but it has no words.
I have a prayer in me but the thoughts it needs 
to give it form do not line up in a straight grammatical line.
I have a prayer in me but it is not attached to 
a wish or a want or a desire.
I have a prayer in me that I don’t recognize as my own.
Instead, I think this prayer is You giving groanings to 
who I am and could be and can be.

I have a prayer in me that I think is somehow foreign 
to the me I grew up to be, 
but native to the me I have always been.
And this prayer says, “Breathe me in and breathe me out
for I am the holy breath and I take you in and I take you out.”
It is not a prayer I recognize as mine, 
but it is one that would claim me as its own. 

I have a prayer in me 
not attached to a wish or a want or a desire—
a prayer that came in through inspiration 
and found its voice along the cords of my own soundings.
I have a prayer in me that must come through me 
and back out of me but still it is You interceding through me.
It is my way of becoming You, and You becoming my breath,
both in and out and through and around. 

I have a prayer in me.  Let me not cut short its breath
until its holiness is wholly me,
and I am the prayer of the prayer in me.  Amen.