I journey to a building
To visit an old friend
Of aged bones of resting
When journey finds its end
Place where mind is tired
Words repeat themselves
Sense not of the making
Vision of ourselves
Asking for her prayers
Heads bow, eyes close tight
Sacrament, hands joining
We venture towards the light
To another place
One beyond our midst
Transcendence of this world
True home, where we exist
Word of Spirit flows
From aged heart of prayer
Nourishing the soul
You residing here
Gentle words of wisdom
Kindness in their touch
Flowing Word of love
What soul needs so much
Like wounded baby bird
Cupped in hands of love
They open to the light
Blessed into above
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