Irrelevant because you know who I am. In a house of worship I stand, silently. I am surrounded by timeless shapes of metal and glass. Symbols that I have always known meant something to some people. But now I know they are alive a part of that same ancient oneness that looks on me with a baby's eyes and speaks to me on cold winter mornings.
Meaning is pointless without the knowing.
Copyright 1997 by Tom Grogan. All rights reserved.