Of course, it is not all the time or every time

In this room, by that phrase, with these actions

It is instead all of a sudden, breaking through

The ordinary, the rough tangibility like a metaphor

Spirit moves along the regular lines

Where there are grooves from regular use

In this room, at this hour, going through these motions

As if ‘sacred’ is just waiting everywhen to be noticed.

And so, we come to this particular place

To perhaps experience a oneness with all places

At this particular hour, to experience timelessness

By the lines of this window, the shape of that candle flame

And suddenly, Spirit breaks through. And we notice

Something special, something singular, something real.

Spirit moves along the regular lines

Perhaps you have noticed, here or here or just now.