Speak to me
about the presence of absence.
Not everything created
can be seen.
As the uncreated
may be glimpsed from a slant.
What we bring is attention—
prayer in our hands, spirit in our lungs.
Emptiness—but a focus on what
borders and frames the space—
what the space is filled by.
Nothing empty
of the presence of the Lord.
Give pause between words.
A container saying,
Don’t look at me, but look
at the space of me. Look through me
to what I contain. A bottle filled
with the air of a holy place,
a desert, a mountain, a space
of the Lord to apprehend and inhabit.
Breathe the sacred air.