"Take off your shoes, for you’re on holy ground."
It’s land I haven’t seen for many years.
I kneel, a penitent with grateful fears.
I cling to sanctuary that I’ve found.
I hug the floor; the temple’s spun around.
It’s oh, so clear that some temptation nears.
My prayers grow louder as the longing rears.
I may be facing west; I’m sure I’m bound.
I dreamed that on this ground you took my hand.
And bid me wait and left my nerves to thrash.
Last night I lay awake and heard your stand --
And dreams are very often so much trash --
Your rage so large I could not understand
'til quiet came and all my bones were ash.