Air

Feel the endless light of stars,
Pause, gazing into infinity,
From light years away it pours,
Into the unquiet parts of me.

Standing in fields of wild grass,
Stalks breathing a skyward climb,
As endless rays perform the mass,
And endless breeze the sacred chimes.

The clouds daily weep their joy,
At beauty their vantage beholds,
Warm earth currents, the gentle ploy,
That coaxes rainwaters to unfold,

And air like grace is all about,
Bending soft to enfold my frame,
The substance of every song and shout,
It carries the calling of my name.