Places That Inspire
The rich gold, the stark images.
The infinite and the finite meet.
In our aloneness, we are never alone.
Could we but cry out in such utter joy?
Could we but fall to our knees?
Could we touch the transcendent face of God?
Yes, in moments like this it is more real than the grain of sand that worries our shoe.
The prints of our journey regress into a distance.
The untrod expanse before us.
We see the disappointments behind us, the hopes before us.