Beneath the arching sky’s expanse,
Where sunbeams gently caress the earth,
We find ourselves in humble presence,
Suspended in the embrace of grace.

Here, time passes at a gentle cadence,
And the ordinary yields to the sacred,
As bread and wine become vessels
Of transcendent mystery and love.

In the quiet depths of our being,
In the unspoken language of the soul,
We taste the divine,
In a communion beyond words.