In the center of human longing
Is a sacred space;
The destination of a weary traveler;
An inn at the end of the world.
It is a place from which
All outward activities proceed;
The wellspring of the spirit.
It is the still point in a turning world.
There the particulars of the past
Move along in ordered refine,
Stopping long enough
To be seen in full light.
All have gathered here
Where silence is teacher
Music plays
And Word completes.