Comma’s in
The pedestrian way.
Pauses, like cells
In a monastery–
Call us to pray
Out of the fray.
Slip in
The perspective, stay.
Queues in which
To stand when
You can’t stand it.
A momentary huddle.
A set aside,
Alone, abide,
Piece of peace,
Space of quiet
Out of the riot.
Would that I try it.
Gerald the Writer 
It took several readings for a well crafted message to reveal itself. Comma’s like prayer, a pause to gives perspective, bringing meaning into focus. That’s my ‘take-away’.
Prayer is often my last resort, but I’m working on it. The crowds of thought, anxiety, humanity, work, etc. often keep me from ducking into a doorway to gain some perspective on my busy life. Thanks for hanging in there on this one.