There is no synagogue

no cathedral
no temple
no church

but my own heart.

Wherever I go,
I carry that.

Heaven is here
in hip-sway,

it’s a state

it’s the realm of light
and vibration

around us
within us

above us
below us.

My breath
is my sacred text

bellying me

Reminding me
of the wisdom of

silence and

I drink Christ’s blood
from the chalice

in my own heart

offer myself up
on the alter

of “yes”

is the tenderness

of this pain

everything away

burning me deeper
into trust.

Let me commune
with the trinity of

faith, fierce grace
and this chestful of


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