A blessing of wanting
Has mysteriously made its appearance
Shifting lives from just fine
To looking forward and being with.
How rare to want
And know how it feels
To be with the other
Returning to be heard
And sharing our nature
As a way of being.
This is the Holy of Holies
Where sacred deeds occur
And blessings are sung;
The words are the acts
And the sanctuary our hearts
Touching one another
On our way home to heaven,
To do this on earth
Is the human being Divine.
