All art is religious
All color, hue and shadow
Name the space we wish to inhabit
There is no private space
No secular terrain
No words free from moral agency
No melody floating above
Waiting for birth in this place
Even the seemingly mundane world of decoration
Marks the moment and space
With my personal attention
My intentional gaze
My need to enchant my world with purpose and meaning
My naming allows me to know for certain
Like Helen Keller’s water
I relish the discovery
And bathe in its glory
Poem by David M. Bunker
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