Of early September
A gray cloudy sky
So clear is the whisper
Of Spirit apply
A question to ponder
Do the trees know?
A season before them
Of their letting go
For birds of their nesting
Of senses perceive
A drawing of calling
Start to take leave
For found in the stillness
Of this cool morning air
The prayer of the prophet
Of way speaking clear
A glow upon horizon
Casts away the night
Gift of a new day
The air is filled with light
Above the soaring geese
As one they fly along
A gift of passing by
The air is filled with song
We feel a drop of water
Of which the clouds contain
A gift of nourishment
The air is filled with rain
We know within our prayer
Allow the soul to hear it
Gift of eternal love
The air is filled with Spirit
The soul senses something
Within the air
One of Your Presence
Surrounding right here
Beyond of describing
Yet fully aware
Gentle and fresh
Pure and so clear
As life giving water
Food for the soul
One so fulfilling
Being of whole
Deep be the drawing
Of binding to share
This intimate breathing
Itself is a prayer
A prayer of Your being
To know that You are here
Your Presence I’m breathing
Is One of Holy air
Drawing Spirit deep
Into lungs of warming
Flowing through the veins
A heart of transforming
Joy of the blood pumping
Extremities to fill
Love within of moving
Grace to do Your will
Light of Your emitting
Humility of care
Fragrance be of peace
Of this air, we share
Go into the morning
To become aware
Something is different
In the morning air
Fragrance of newness
So fresh and so clear
Gift of the drawing
This sweet morning air
Awake now oh soul
Find nourishment here
Spirit is flowing
Of sacred morning air
One of the dwelling
That’s of everywhere
Moves into the being
Of the morning air
An invitation
Of wisdom to share
To let light shine through
Our morning air
A breath of heaven
A binding in prayer
I’m so grateful to breathe
The morning air
A gift of outpouring
Of dawning’s beauty
Streaming pure light
Come wash over me
Air fresh and clean
Of sweet purity
One of the drawing
Come dwell in me
Presence is here
Of Spirit to be
Love of the binding
Come pray in me
A blessing of knowing
Of wisdom to see
A being of greater
Come let go of me
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
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
DarylMadden 