There is something sacred here,
and it requires something of us.
It lives behind our thoughts,
deep inside each emotion,
underneath our breath,
the tingling of our cells.
We can feel it living inside,
and all around, everywhere we turn,
hidden, or buried as it might be.
It exists right in front of us, as we are,
as the world is, even with all its pain,
its incomprehensible injustices.
Mostly, we forget to remember,
but still. . .it’s here.
If we offer up our whole being,
it can lift us to the stars
and plant our feet firmly
on the earth, at the same time.
We dream, then are called back to see
that there is something sacred here,
and it requires