From inside this vacant temple
comes magnified the holy echo.

God comes to life and life comes to God,
shaking the walls of faith’s preconception

With a belly laugh issuing forth
from the soul of present moment,
 
God slides in sock feet through chambers
long abandoned but ever aching to be filled.

After ages, in a blink, an ocean
of hope lifts me. I can see a world

Being born, created and re-created in joy,
borne by tide of love coming home to me.