Sacred

Sacred

Vapor condenses

It falls to earth

And sweetly comes to rest

On the delicate petal

Of a single purple flower

Growing wild in endless fields:

A picture of the sacred.

Great megaliths of rock

Spin in endless circles

Around behemoth stars

Of exploding gas.

Delicate shoots grow in the forest,

Pushing upward out of nothing

To become great cedars,

Straining against a limitless blue sky.

Seas crash against the shore

Their violent power

Melting the rocks into sand.

And a young man grows fond of a young woman

He woos her

And the two become one,

Consecrated,

In an endless dance

Echoed from the beginning of time.

The last light falls in the evening

Shadows pooling in the valleys

They thicken and spread

And the sun sinks softly

Beyond the hills.

I take these things in

In between the seconds

As they pass by slow

In a time that lasts for an eternity

And I turn my gaze to heaven

Reaching outward

Towards the creator

Of all of this,

The sacred.

-Fant (11/2/13) While Aynsley was away in Nashville