Within

 I don’t have to run off to find a sacred place whee my God dwells.  I have an inner chapel where God dwells.  All I need to do is sit in silence and solitude.  Wait. Ignore thoughts.  Don’t talk.  Many people run to outside holy places, what they consider holy places and talk to their spiritual power.  Save gas and time.  “Be where you are,” is what someone told me.  So I sit here in front of a nice fire, in the early morning darkness, silent and still.  My inner chapel awaits me.  Call it whatever you will, soul, spiritual innards.  It goes where I go, too often ignored.