Beneath a hundred voice's babbling din,
Inside the chattering cacophony,
We sit protected, nestled close within,
And share our conversation privately.
Between the teeming threads of speech, our words,
May safely make their meanings known to us,
But travel incognito and unheard,
Kept undeciphered from outside our trust.
We plan our fledgeling futures publically,
Our deepest needs, desires, hopes and fears,
And openly discuss our destinies,
In buried prayers which only God might hear.
