Like the allure of a passionate love affair,

I need to fight to hold my ground,

for my natural wanderlust stirs.

The desire to transcend can be satiated without escaping.

I can transcend the mundane while still being part of the mundane.

isn’t that the secret?

that the holiest of holies often are placed on the plainest of altars?

Christ born by livestock, a manger of hay.