sacred space 8/30/25

sacred space

string together your worries

with beads, little round wooden ones,

with a string made of twine

pushed through their insides

chant my name while you burn sage and incense

leaving smokey little swirls as you  take your rosary

from the mother of pearl shell that I gave you

“hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee”

place her over the door and leave her there

this is where your soul can remember

“blessed art thou among women”

you can pray in the sunlight here

while you talk to the spirits inside of the labyrinth

you made in the garden with the stones we collected

you can dance when the rooms go dark

light your little vanilla candles and steep earl grey tea

inside of our favorite cups we made with clay

there is not anything to fear here

there is no one to tear you down

you are a creator, the created one,

a piece of art in your own way

you were molded from the mud of the cosmic afterlife

that made me too

you are safe in this space of space

just because of your light

the memories waiting to be made here

are sacred and already fill the air with excitement

your mind can be quiet here

“mother of God, pray for us”

because of you

this is a sanctuary