You were praying to whomsoever might listen to prayers for Dawn to arrive. Was Dawn there, with either the blended yellows and bird-speckled oranges or curdled greys and shades of white cloud, depending on the weather, to disperse the shifting blacknesses of night: thus providing both the prayed-to and prayed-for as a singular Dawn?
Praying to Dawn for itself or, even, for herself, as Dawn surely can’t be male, you soon found your prayers answered by means of a tiny glimmer of non-night starting to stretch along the sea’s horizon from a pin-point where you guessed the Sun was due eventually to rise.
One night, however, you assumed, Dawn would not come – so, whose prayers would go unanswered, whose turn indeed would it be to expect Dawn but never to see her, because the one who prayed died or because Dawn herself as the one prayed-to and prayed-for died or because the prayer died upon your very lips even as you spoke it, all of us becoming a singular non-existence pre-dating the night itself?
But do Dawns and Dusks as well as Days and Nights themselves pray to higher levels of prayer-receipt — praying for their own very existence, praying to souls such as yours in the form of a prayer-answering service that was higher even than God’s when based on their belief that you did not believe in God, thus making you theoretically supreme in your own being?
To be prayed to or being prayed for by others is surely better than praying to those others or for those others. And as Dawn finally rose she saw a canine shape howling to a ghost of the moon upon the other side of the sky.
Was that You or the Dog? Dog turning toward God? Or Dog turning away from God when Time reversed? Then reversed again?
‘Holy Dawg!’ was heard. And the Son rose with another audible expostulation of ‘Gawd!’ as it dawned on Him that prayers were prayed by themselves to themselves as well as for themselves
– parthenogenetic, a virgin birth…