Saturday, August 20, 2016

Sacrament

Your throne is draped in white.
Your seat, this home from home 
full of soft light, 
of slanting shadows.
This tiny corner of a spinning planet,
this space in which you find me, draw me,
sit me down, make me still, 
create a cord of love and silence stretched between us 
taut as the string of a can telephone 
down which words travel.  
Here am I, still for one moment, held,
transfixed, transfigured in your heart all full 
of slanting shadows 
and soft words, this quiet corner 
that is the center of the spinning world.

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