Drawn by a timeless signal,
I’m caught in a tide
of soul-deep gravity.
I leave the stone church
for the temple of origin—
surrendering prayer
to silent knowing.
Delicate as moth,
sturdy as rock,
I make my way
to love’s first altar.

Reading of “First Altar”
Don, perfect pairing of words and photo today. Thanks. Obviously, you are paying no attention to the nonsense advice of your legal counselors – Love, Tom