Some of your best prayers will sound like a sigh on the bus ride home.

Not every prayer arrives in words, and the ones that do not are often the most honest. A sigh at the end of a bad day contains the whole situation without you organising it into sentences. Nothing is lost in the translation, because the meaning was never in the vocabulary. Formal language is a convention rather than a requirement.

Stop waiting until you can put it properly before you say anything. On the bus tonight, let the sigh be addressed to somebody rather than to nobody. That counts, and it is often where the real conversation starts.