Sometimes, Words of Prayer Glow

​Sometimes, words of prayer glow
They are molten gold, they warm
The soul, we feel their source,
A vast vortex where lives form,

And these words flow, they
Fill the cracks in the world,
We see the bead of every word
Knurled with meaning, how life has swirled

Throughout the vacuums and the
Traceries of space, we see
The vastness of the treasury
Of spirit, the leonine solemnity,

The vale of their fecundity,
And the fear of God fills
The atmosphere, the bird,
The branch, the stream and the deer.