how rare the air, replete with prayer

Taking one of many all-too-frequent "breaks" from my (half-)learning of the Gemara (Talmud) on Shabbat (the Sabbath):

Above, the stars, below, the lights of the cities of the hills and coast twinkle in the deep darkness. From the next hill over, the sound of our cousins' prayer rises and fills the void, defining the night with its thick cacophony of supplication and yearning.

I suspect that our voices shall do the same tomorrow night.

Let us hope that they pray for peace and redemption, as should we. As should you.