From a Christian In Exile

Do not think me cold of heart if I decline to kneel before your God. For I may pass within my mind, into another room and find its walls have given way to vastness such, that if a man before a throne were there, then he would draw his hands before his eyes in order not to see--my ecstasy is by default...the rooms, the rooms give plunder to the heart! There are mansions in my father's house, and still undreamed, prepared by still another Lord who will not wait for death, imparts no benediction, just a place within where time will drift away, and love creeps in. The Savior knew about the lonely place --led us there in life, and not by dieing; (There were crosses quite enough to teach us all of sacrifice) our salvation trumpet sounded on a silent shore before a stranger kingdom than the one we knew, before the outrage of a second birth, before the blazing tumult of a Galilean peace. ~