YET

There is a place, a holy place, 

a holy land that lies somewhere 

in between the land where everything matters, 

and the one where no one cares.

Like all that is holy, this place is life giving, 

it is the wellspring of wellbeing. 

It is not the land of what could have been,

nor land of what could be, 

nor the land of should have been, 

nor the land of should be. 

Those are all somewhere else, 

and they are hot, not holy.

But this is the cooling place of the Holy Spirit,

where our prayers are heard and healed,

and beyond, in the quiet pool of sweet silence.

No one can stay here forever,

but that doesn’t mean we can’t all visit.

In fact, quite the opposite, its breezes beckon.

How do we get here? We sigh, sigh deeply,

deeply enough to let our sadness sigh out of us,

deeply enough to sigh goodbye, at least for a moment,

to the dry winds of our fears, our anxieties, our angst et al.,

so we can experience the clarifying and catalytic world of Be-ing. 

Some think this is la la land, a mirage, a figment, a fantasy,

which simply means they’ve not been there. Here.

Yet.