A Net of Hope

Welcome to my sanctuary where the vaulted ceilings are limitless and I must squint my eyes to focus on the divine colors that nourish my ragged soul.

As I enter the Holy of Holies I am met with a tender breath of mercy grazing my flushed cheeks. I inhale the fragrant incense of the autumn air and my lungs are filled with refreshing hope. 

Pain and sorrow meet joy and beauty as a hushed sacred moment of expectancy fills the space where heaven and earth collide. It takes my breath away to be present in this hallowed space. Do I dare gaze upon the beauty of this moment so unexpectantly  thrust upon me? To hold space with life so painful and a joy so divine, every cell of my being feeling the sorrow yet a beauty unexplained envelopes my senses. 

Have mercy on me, this cross I do not want to bear. Have mercy on me for I need ears to hear and eyes to see, and a willing spirit to comprehend. 

My sacred sanctuary filled with life and death alike. My soul longing for rest that only a Lover of my soul can bring. My sacred sanctuary where my Beloved holds space with me and is fully present. My sanctuary…