Sacred Space

Sacred Space

“This is a sacred space”, she said,

“Of protection and unity”.

Like a mother-bird, I thought - protecting its chicks in its nest

From an icy-cold night,

Blanketing them, enveloping them with love,

The very fibres in her body’s biology and wings are a protection,

And the little chicks crouch down under their mother,

Warmly snug, for now -

A guise of protection can only last so long,

Particularly in inclement elements,

or extreme circumstances that eventually risk one’s health -

You feel your mind gravitating back,

If only my parents did this, or said this, then maybe things would have…

You understand this too, don’t you?

But face it, you’ve got to relinquish that temptation,

That hold to change and control the past,

Or else it irrevocably (and sometimes drastically)

Alters the present and,

You’re exactly where you are meant to be,

Right now!

Your knowledge has brought you here,

And it’s meant to be shared,

Not a perfunctory repetition, but a lesson,

Even Sondheim says to “honour their mis-takes, every-body makes”.

They did the did the best they knew how at the time.

And yet, sometimes, it’s okay to go searching for a safe space,

Outside that familial unit,

A Sacred Space, an unequivocally open space,

To share, to grow and to evolve.

Warmly snug, for now -

-2021

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