[A love poem]
It is a holy space, this place where deep calls out to deep.
I feel in the air a vibrancy that I can't quite place -
a quickening of my soul, as I encounter you, O God, the wholly other.
Freely I partake in numinous communion, with trembling
and a taste of what is sacred.
This is all it takes to fill the caverns within me with your grace.
Echoes will draw me back and these
uplifted palms will be marked with psalms -
but for now, I recede into you, into this holy place.
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