In the quiet I rise to meet You
A sweet fragrance in the air
Floats and drifts bringing me
Into a place where prayer lives.
Connecting roots deepen into
Soft earth making the strength
Deepen in the soils which feed it.
Spun prayers on wind in songs
On hums given raised up for offerings.
Giving voice to the souls deepest places.
Caught in scent and sound and quiet.
Fed from the desires which emerge
As You center on the quiet stillness within.
Exploring deeper paths of union with the Divine.
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