Beneath the veil of morning’s tender hue,

We tread the Psalms, where sacred sparks accrue.
Each syllable a step, each pause a plea,
To hear the divine’s soft whisper, set free.

With mindful breath, we weave a silent vow,
Seeking light where holy shadows bow.
A dialogue, as gentle as a stream,
Murmurs in the soul’s eternal dream.

In quiet chambers, where the heart lies bare,
The longing blooms, a sanctuary rare.
There, in stillness, spirit softly sings,
Embraced by grace on everlasting wings.