Empty Sanctuary
At heart, I'm just a room
sitting each day, waiting.
For breakfast
I eat sunshine as it streams through my windows.
I buzz with the echoes of presence
that linger when all are gone.
I rejoice when you return
to sing, to preach, to pray, to play.
These sounds and spirits
joys and concerns
bounce off my walls and settle in my belly.
I hold them as a precious treasure
and every morning offer them to the sun.
