Is This Prayer?

At sixty-one I drove down the freeway
to St Oswald’s Church.
I took my seat among the circle of chairs,
paused for two breaths,
opened my mouth and spoke
about someone I’d never met.

It was mid-morning,
faces smiled, nods came.
There was the smell of cheesy scones,
fresh coffee and aged wood.
The light through the window glowed
green on the floor.

(after Pádraig Ó Tuama, Do You Believe in God? (7))