This room has grown deeper, has grown larger.

In the presence of awe it has become somewhere more holy. 

It has become somewhere where rest is possible.

Through my hands and through my breath the walls have moved back, 

the ceiling has lifted. The doorway has located itself.

Now there is no need for anyone to wander lost, here.

Everywhere I look I see wonder. The window is shuttered. 

but the room, the landscape is bright enough for any activity.

I ask only one question here - here amongst all this peace

and amongst all this time and space and light and love, 

how will it ever be possible for me to sleep?

- A.F. Harrold