This space

Sometimes a space is more than a space.  Sometimes something is holy, not by anything we do or say, but really only because God has chosen to inhabit it boldly.

I write this for you

My client who is not here  

Today.

I write this for you

My therapist who is also

Not here

And never will be.

I write this for me

For all who have been here,

For all who will be here,

For me who sits

Calm and quiet in this space

I have made;

In this space

I have loaned.

This space

Is more than an office.

This space

Holds so much more

Than I can name.

I write this for all

Who share it

And even for all

Who won’t.