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

This Air is Kind

Awake into morning
In this moment we find
A whisper of silence
That this air is kind

Let us pause here
In this calming space
Of soothing the soul
A blessing of grace

New light is dawning
A gift from above
Let us open into
Receiving His love

Peace of the Presence
Of something beyond
Recasting desire
In prayer to abscond