Altars: A Prayer of Inquiry



Is everything an altar, O God?

Is every place an altar? A portal,

a window, a door, an entryway

to union with you? Is, in fact,

that the secret of this very life?

That every “where” is a but

a warp tunnel into your presence?

When I lean against this, sit on that,

walk over there, take hold of an item,

smell an aroma, taste this, feel an

emotion, hear a tune, welcome a

thought, am invaded by a memory,

see movements, am I not merely

on the cusp or periphery of an altar?

Is not all but a gateway to you?

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