Worthy Work

Inside
Where I have been before
Where I will be again
Where I am not now



Inside
There is a temple
And this was my holy sanctuary
This was my cloister
This was where I would dwell

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When I was only a novice,
Not a sage, never a saint
I lost my religion
Wandered from the holy of holies
And I was no longer
Holy in my holiness

Holy relics
Remind me of the cloister
Where ecstasy dwells
Where wafting incense makes heady air
Where cooling shade draws long shadow
Where simmering selflessness makes holy
All that has passed the threshold

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And I would come again
Into the cloister
Into the temple
Into the holy of holies

The alter is not lost
Merely untended
I would make it new
I would re-consecrate
Rededicate, re-devote
This would be my worthy work

My prostration, my supplication
My oblation, my ecstasy
I would bring holy
I would make holy
I would be holy

Inside
In the temple
Re-consecrated
Renewed, Rediscovered

Inside...

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