Hewn Bows

I lay my head down in this chapel of stone,

a glowing masonry hewn with my blood and bones.

Imbrued with soul intention the framework holds fast,

faithfully molded to my awakening worship.

I sit beneath the holy arches,

the sacred place where rib bones meet.

Quietly, I keep time with my heart’s steady beating

as purpose divine radiates ever outward.

This collective hymn of vibration

reverberates throughout the rafters of my thoughts,

as circadian rhythms etch the song of my essence

onto every surface of this hallowed space.   

I am alone.

I am fulfilled.

I am divine.

I am…