The Ancient Shrine

To create in any manner that connects;
To fashion something that is more
Than ones own small self
Has known itself to be,
Is with passion free
To sing and kneel and dance
And know all manner of things
Within an ancient Shrine.

In that place
The dead arise and speak.
The future creates itself.
Walls fade and
All immensity
And all creatures
Worship with you
And are one
In the bright spirit
To which all give praise.

Copyright ©2001 Tony Crisp