Sacred story infuses the air, winding like smoke
Things shared, vulnerable, open, a gift given
Freely into the depths of ineffable things, profound
Just as the stars dot the sky circled round
Catching the words and bringing them round 
Settling in among all the other stories told and heard
Within these walls, just as it should be, freely
Laid and bound upon the altar, just like a prayer
Just as sweet as incense in the beams, rising
To the heights unseen and mingled with all sorrow
All joy big enough for all time in the prayers 
Of the people spoken and whispered as a song