Wandering through the shadowed halls of God’s mind
We glimpse pale angels in their endless waltz
Hush now, pay them no heed
Their song is but an echo in the vastness

We tread deeper, for this is not our purpose
To whirl in light is to offer fleeting praise
But to kneel in the darkened sanctum—this is sacred

To bow beneath the unseen stars
To breathe the truth in this cathedral of the infinite
Such is the labor of countless lifetimes

For here, in this dread & hallowed space
Words fall into silence
And silence becomes the voice of God