Wednesday, December 15, 2010

A Guide's Gift

The light shines off the marble
Creating a mystical glow
Elegant shadows blanket the stone
And the night air moves calm and slow

The doors are opened wide and inviting
People quietly gaze
With humility and wonder they greet their Beloved
Then walk in and their heart's set abaze

They back out with reverance, when their prayers are complete
lamps shining strong and bright
They turn to face the world once again
Taking with them a ray of His light

I watch them walk past, still in a trance
A piece of them left in His shrine
Their worry and anguish lain on the threshold
Moving forward by a power Divine