The holy place

In the eternal second of a blazing sunrise,in the crisp early morning air,observed from the slopes of the ancient mountain.In the poignant,thoughtful,graceful sinking of the same sun that rose in a blaze of glory,just a second ago,setting on another day that cannot be retrieved,save by highlighted memories.In the ease and grace of an eagle gliding across the heavens,fearlessly,effortlessly,with a freedom one can only dream of.In the appearing of the bluebells in early april,responding to the call ,after enduring the icebox of winter,gracing the earth,comforting all who observe and revere.In the face of a newborn babe.The miracle of birth.The joy and the tragedy of birth.Another soul,another journey,a mysterious plan.In the up stretched arms of the weary soul,blue,yellow,from efforts to help,body betraying her,still reaching,still hoping,still believing.Grace in time of need.In the recalling of words,spoken many years ago,yet still giving comfort."I go to prepare a place for you."Prepared not with hammer and nail,but with the ultimate sacrifice.The place.The holy place.Where God is acknowledged.Where there is no doubt.Time is forgotten.Where God and man are reconciled.