In this stilling silence
Somethings in the air
Soul to draw attention
Its focus be of prayer
Crisp and cool and pure
Drawing of the deep
Taste of the familiar
Gift of Spirit, seep
One of comfort being
Permeate the cell
Adrift unto the center
Inner light to swell
Quenching of desire
Love is spoken clear
The something is of You
In Your Presence here
DarylMadden 