A Sacred Place

Posted: 02/10/2017 in My Psalms
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This poem is inspired by and dedicated to an outstanding young woman named Kris Mejia.  It has been a joy and my privilege to sow into her life, along with others in her support group, and watch her humbly learn and apply the lessons of life.  These verses, though inspired by Ms.Mejia, also represent the numerous students I have the blessed privilege to work with on a daily basis; the students not born to privilege but who are possessed by the grit, desire, and determination to succeed in life.  You all are the reason I do what I do.  Thank you for inspiring me.  Keep dreaming.  You ARE the future!

~ Peace and blessings,

j

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A Sacred Place

Within these hallowed, golden walls, there are doors but not a ceiling;

Light breaks through stained glass panes to color dream’s revealing.

A single barrier stalls pursuit it confines by doubts and shrinking;

The only limit in this sacred place is the limit of one’s own thinking.

These walls are built by opportunity imagined but not obtained;

And hopeful risks of something ventured to render something gained.

Dreams are brick and hope is mortar and by faith they are firmly placed;

And by wise device of guided reason the bricks are evenly spaced.

The firm foundation and solid stone upon which the walls will rest;

Is one’s own purpose and meaning in life which evokes the living quest.

To dream the dreams which supply the bricks to build the hallowed halls;

And by faith and hope and reasoning, write the plans upon its walls.

Faith, hope, and reason are surely the place to start;

But to achieve one’s dreams they must combine with work and a willing heart.

To only dream is not enough and faith without works is vain;

With diligent hands and a resolute heart one avoids disgrace and pain.

So hope and dreams with faith and work with love for God and man;

Build the walls which contain the future and set to course the plan.

Within these hallowed, golden walls, there are doors but not a ceiling;

Light breaks through stained glass panes to color dream’s revealing.

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