Wednesday, January 28, 2009

There Is

There is a sense of worship here
though sacred halls have long since lost their sway,
the gods renounced.

There is reverence here,
a remembered kind but
new in every breath.

There is revelation
and absolution,
a smooth movement of opening
that sets me free.

There is myself,
a reflection of the Universe.

There is you.

But truly, my love,
there is only us.

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