The old church attic was filled with dusty prayer books from several centuries ago.

I moved the prayer plant to the brighter windowsill so its patterned leaves could unfurl toward the sun.

I moved the prayer plants closer to the window so they could catch more morning light.

Before dawn, the villagers whispered their pray'rs into the quiet valley.

A single prayer flag fluttered above the mountain pass, carrying blessings down into the valley.

Colorful prayer flags snapped in the high wind above the mountain pass, carrying wishes for safety and peace.