Our Sacred Place

Come with me to our sacred place,
beneath the spreading branches of a tree.
Here, in this place we seed
and nurture in our hearts,
we alone dwell 
to know and love each other.

Our hearts grow from deep underground,
from this moist, rich soil.
Our roots drink silently
from all that is human,
all that is animal,
all that has evolved
from a Universe stirring itself 
to mindfulness
by strength of will alone. 

Though we live for friends,
family, our whole world,
we live first for each other, 
nurturing the quietude and peace
that grows day by day through patience,
embrace, sharing.

Here, you are a glorious flower
unfolding in the morning,
petals nourished 
by the seen and unseen,
of all that is,
all that has been,
all that will ever be.

Here, in our sacred place,
though time passes, 
creases deepen in the bark,
shadows lengthen from noon
toward afternoon,
we share a timelessness
that we alone create.

Afternoon will soften into twilight,
twilight sink toward night,
but I will lie beside you,
hand in hand,
cooling beneath the bowl of Heaven 
burning bright 
with Life, Death, Rebirth.

Scott Speck
05/16/2004