Air

Written during Evening Prayer, Wednesday 24th April

It is a most profound and precious thing
to take the very fabric of the air
in all its unseen chaos, and to bring
it gently into resonance with prayer.
To take our disparate voices and unite
them, high or low, equivocal or fervent,
reverberating in the evening light,
The atmosphere itself becoming servant.
There’s something sacramental in the way
that such a simple act can be transfigured,
that every time we fill our lungs and pray
the universe itself is reconfigured.
Using just the breath that we are given
this room, this place, this world, is raised to heaven

© Rich Clarkson, April 2024