In the midst of the day, the noon of it all, the pressing
in walls
I make a space
I make it holy
I turn the chair
Away from the mess, the ever unfinished busyness
I turn toward the window
To a horizon deep and wide
I set this place apart
I set my eyes and heart above
I turn the page
And let the Word wash over the mess
(The only housecleaning I may get to today)
It sets me apart
It makes me holy
Fills all this space
Till I turn and turn and turn
And everything is horizon
And everything is holy
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