It’s magic,
The breath of air you feel when you enter.
Immediately Your Spirit surrounds my every pigment.
I looked for what is missing,
But it is nowhere in sight.
Today is emptier than usual,
Which is strange because it is one of Your Holy days.
I do something different this time,
Like never before.
I sit,
I ponder Your Allure.
There are few people there,
Some dancing,
Others crying.
Only You know what is in their heart.
I look up at the silent sky,
Only a few stars to illuminate Your Throne.
But even still It radiates like nothing else,
Emblazoning the night.
I wonder if the birds feed off Your Presence,
Sitting there in utter tranquility.
And the shrubs pitched calmly,
Is Your Countenance enough to fill their desire?
As I sit I’m at a loss of words to ask,
What more can You provide?
Is the happy man not satisfied with his lot?
Indeed I am.
I close my eyes,
My head tilted up.
And like many before,
Basking in Your Glory.
One day soon it will be different,
I tell myself.
We will all sit here,
Only a few steps above.
