The Sacred

I open this door
To enter into this sacred place.
Reverence breathes with every word
And light shines upon every sight.

I open this window
Lean out and look up
To see the moon
And its celestial companions.
But, curtains drawn from the distant ocean
Veil the mystery for one more night.

I smuggle in my burden in silence,
Hidden from everyone,
Hoping to leave it on the altar
In the invisible hands of God.

The wind blows over our reverence,
Displaying its power
And everything is compelled
To sing its atmospheric hymn,
While the Earth stands
As the foundation of everything we build
Beneath our feet,
Below all we do,
Bedrock creating fossils and gems.

What sanctifies any place?
It is the words we speak,
Invocations, dedications, benedictions,
Hymns and prayers from our hearts.

I have opened this door again,
To find anew this sacred space,
To breathe life into my simple words,
And to see once again a vision
In everything I see.