Wander

There are times we wander into the sacred places,
  it hits us and we are bound to the spot,
Drinking in the holy as if we were totally dry,
  wanting to run in barefooted joy,
Dancing, reeling in wonder and awe before,
  it is gone from us, because life goes.

It goes and we are left with giggling,
  child-like and free, free to be truly
One with the encounter, one with the wholeness,
  connection born in the face of peace,
Because it cannot be contained, captured,
  it has to freely come and go, wandering.

Leaving us to find the next spot, the next time,
  we can wear its garment of love,
Which melts away all fear, all chains, all convention,
  and allows us the divine connection,
Being created for this time, this place, this thing,
  to float beyond understanding, within.