I am struck by the almost brutal nature of the transcendent
That can so forcefully take your ear, your brain, your spirit.
Here I sit in a space transformed.
I am in a temple to my favorite god, the Author,
The sunlight streaming in through spacious windows,
Revealing frost-hardened pines and winter snow.
Aisles of prayers and blessings are illumined within,
Each direction providing another avenue with which to be comforted,
Intrigued by another acolyte’s glinting truth.
The Peregrine Review: Vol. 35, Article 14.
Available at: https://mosaic.messiah.edu/peregrinereview/vol35/iss1/14