Evensong

From the top of minaret trees he calls the congregation to peace,
And hush is released.
The air pays its respects with crystal-clipped tones.
They envelope the skies, hold still the clouds and silence man’s hubbub.

So gloriously masterful in his art of evensong,
A chorister alchemist of exquisite deftness,
His song drips oils and balms which soothe and calm,
Tensions are released, as we are called to peace.