Within us is a scared place…
A tiny room only we hold the key to,
Even though the world viciously attacks that door with crowbars
And the prisoners inside scream for release.
These are demons of self-loathing and anxiety;
Unresolved sin and murky outlooks.
They bathe in a cold isolation whirlpool
Where love and hope
Drown in dark eddies.
Within us, too, is sacred space…
An expansive boundless universe filled with holy spirits,
Arms wide for a welcoming hug.
They understand us and forgive us anyway.
They baptize in grace and fill our hearts with spilled-over blessing.
Whispering to us our calling,
We’re transported to an aerie high above the dross
Where agape showers cleanse us
And rainbows are born.