HOLINESS OF PRAYER

  Something occurs while the veil of prayer envelopes me.  

It is as if there is a trance, 

a dance, taking me far elsewhere.

Shallow and sweet is Her Breath  

and the Presence is over me ... over me, 

over me mute as rush weed in winter.

Oh, for I am icy pond/ 

ALIVE! amidst buried stillness,  

singly with Christ, my sweeter Love.