Seed

When the silence within you becomes
more delicious than any music,
when your old heart releases
a fragrance like the rose,
even though your garden has
withered to its Autumn root,
when your breath grows still
and clear as the sky
and the mighty empire around you
falls like a brittle leaf,
this is prayer. Never doubt
that the gentle murmur of God's name
is the seed
of a new creation.