By Dawenwalker, a.k.a. Mary Jane Ward. (Copyright 2013).


Hollow but not empty

She stood

Arms embracing the sacred

Embracing the light and silence

Embracing the wonder, and song, and joys, and tears.


Bones of steel and wood

Rooted in the earth and reaching to the heavens

Nothing but “inanimate” wood,

Plaster, concrete and steel.

Yet. breathing and beckoning.


“Fill me up” she cries.

“Celebrate and rejoice here again.

Let me be a doorway

Between this world and the other,

A doorway to the great unknown.”


Hollow but not empty

She stands, ready, waiting.