Altar of Simplicity #368

Altar of Simplicity In spaces quiet, between breaths we find, A whisper echoes, leaving shallows behind. Not in the crafted does true value we see, But in the raw, the pure, the uncarved, the free. An altar stands, not shaped by hands of strife, But laid in stones, untouched, full of life. Sacred ground, where no chisel's mark is seen, A testament to what simplicity truly means. No steps to climb, for true ascent is within, Not in the height, but in depth, free from sin. Here in simplicity, where earth and divine align, We find a truth, tender, and infinitely fine. Look to the lilies, in effortless bloom, Dressed in splendor, nature's loom. Solomon's riches, in all their glory and fame, Pale against nature's effortless claim. This sermon of the mount, in petals and leaves, Teaches essence over what one perceives. In creation's simplicity, unmarred, divine, Lies beauty true, where souls entwine. Let us cherish what's serene, simple, unadorned, In these, the divine's echo is reborn. In whispers of wind, in the rustle, the shift, We find profound wisdom, our spirits to lift. A poem of existence, life's enduring rhyme, In simplicity, we find wisdom, timeless, sublime. Beyond material's veil, its deceptive allure, We embrace the simple, the pure, the sure. Written by Steven G. Lee (February 22, 2024)