Saturday, August 10, 2013

Sacred Space
In each heart, there is a sacred space.
Some spaces are overgrown with weeds.
Some cluttered with bits of the past,
pieces of broken hearts, mementos of days gone by.
Some have pressed flowers to remember,
old programs, used tickets, and worn baubles.
A few things broken never to be fixed.
Some spaces are filled with nothing but sorrow.

In each heart, there is a sacred space.
Some are filled with fragrant flowers
or wafting incense from meditation time.
In some, the silence rings like quiet bells
or wind chimes blowing gently through life.
Running water flows steadily through,
wearing smooth the hardened past.
Some allow for the fluttering of birds and butterflies.

In each heart, there is a sacred space.
Whatever fills this hallowed place in your life,
be sure that it is there by choice.
Others may try to fill this space for you,
but it was never theirs to fill.
This space belongs to you and you alone.
Be mindful of what you store there.
It will go with you when you cross the rainbow bridge.

© 2013 Beth Mitchum