In what temple does anyone
\nfind a way?
\nThe shadows of a church engulf me.
\nThe shadows of a forest
\nleave me pure and reverent.
\nThe shadows of my mind,
\nthe temple of all feeling,
\nbring me grief and joy,
\nwhere I kneel does not matter.<\/p>\n
I have seen God\u2019s face
\nmost in children.
\nIn eyes that sparkle from a
\nboiling fire.
\nThe cliff, feathery with fern,
\nhas been an altar,
\nand the stream,
\npouring off the height,
\ncascades like a descending angel
\nfull of singing.<\/p>\n
The hieroglyphs of a book
\npressed in the dust of shelves,
\nreleases flowers,
\nand stones brought close
\nare scepters of a king.
\nThe wash of waves embrace me
\nlike a host,
\nlifting me in prayer,
\nexaltation.
\nI am the captured force
\nof God\u2019s breath,
\nalive with lightning.<\/p>\n
It is all the same,
\neverywhere,
\nthe sanctuary, the arches, the pews,
\nthe language of the service,
\nthe silent adoration,
\nthe dance,
\neverywhere, God reaching
\nwith his restless arms,
\npulling me from the sepulcher
\nand saying,
\n\u201cMy children are love,\u201d
\nand teaching them
\nhow to<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In what temple does anyone find a way? The shadows of a church engulf me. The shadows of a forest leave me pure and reverent.…<\/p>\n