When the Air is Empty

Blessed is the moment
When is light turned down low
Focus of the turning
Upon horizons glow

When the air is empty
Of no noise to complain
All the world is quiet
A gift of silence reins

When the mind surrenders
Soul becomes aware
Spirit of your Presence
Time of being here

When all creation stills
May all here be awoken
Reborn into our Lord
And peace be the word spoken