Sacred Heart

The general buzz of people, Never ceasing chatter, bees, Forever swarming, moving, hot Sun beating down on all. Everyday life continuing on, Yet a few break away And head towards the shadow. Tall, imposing grandeur, decorated Inside and out, justly so. Passing from tepid heat to Sudden calming cool, refreshing, The threshold of another place. Farther in, opening up, Magnificent circles, curves, creatures, Faces at every visible angle. The general buzz is behind now, Only a memory, last touch Of a lesser important reality. Here is what truly matters, The inspiring silence, whispers At the heart and very soul. Self fades away completely, Insides laid bare before generations, Holy memories and endless power. The scent of blessed parchments And candles of costly prayer Entwine with the awe of Standing in God’s holy home, A harbingering of heaven above.