My Secret Place

People are afraid to walk through the doors of my secret place.
When they come in, they cannot escape themselves.
The door is heavy to some, light to others, operable to all;
it masks nothing and contains everything.

Many people walk down the hallways of my secret place.
With each clap of the foot on white marble, sound echoes.
The state of the sole makes no difference,
as the keeper cares nothing for race or standing – only the coming.

My secret place is filled with the light and joy of the sun;
the sky cannot speak the beauty nor the moon reflect its greatness.
There is always room to be filled yet it is full when only a few gather.
Alone, it is nothing. When people assemble in the cove, it is all.

Come with me and walk beside me in my secret place
for a time of restoration and healing within your depths.
The places of imitation may bewitch the mind,
but the consignation of your step here is rightly marked down.