Two people stand heart to heart.

Spirit to spirit.

Alive with truth to give.

Unafraid to touch what is vulnerable within them

and offer it in trust.

 

That is how they share their inner sanctum:

that smallest place at the core of each;

that still-point where all things of meaning to them converge—

where incoming wave pushes

as outgoing wave beneath it pulls

until both

in the find of common ground,

superimposed

for an instant

stop.

 

There united they stand,

and brave,

like the smallest flickering flame

which,

tiny even so,

lifts its gaze

to meet the stars

light to light.

 

Then all that is sacred bursts forth again

like Life in the time of Spring,

because there

inside the two

is the one

The God

stirring.

 

July 1986