Sacred space


Trinkets of meaning
The soul has places
For each and every
Sacred word,
Gems and sticks
Rocks and feathers
Gifts of the natural
Set upon the table
Just as important
As fork and spoon
To the feast of peace.
Sitting in silence
Birds beyond call out
Come play they may say
And I close my eyes
Losing myself to the quiet.
Heart beat gently slows
As the energy covers
Like silk so soft
Falling about me
In this moment of purity
I am saved by the spirits
The feeling of bliss
As dark thoughts fade
Into nothing
Replaced
By all that is.