In the prayer room

This year we ran a prayer room in a local high school.  This is a poem I wrote while sitting in there one day:

In the prayer room I sit
And the air prickles with promise.
The wind that sometimes bustles
Along these corridors of knowledge
Can't dismantle the rooms and walls we've made
To try and tame the million multiverses
About which scientists still scratch their skulls
And theologians think threatened thoughts.
But my prayers - feeble as they are -
Like new-hatched birds blinking and shivering with still-membraned eyes -
Can yet penetrate the thickest walls
And the heaviest defenses
To peacefully storm the Keep of No Hope
with trembling faith.