Sanctuary

Who shall abide in your sanctuary?
Who will enter your holy tent?

Those who walk blamelessly on the path
Whose gait has illuminated goodness,
Those whose enlightenment comes from you,
Those who know your many names
and love them with devotion?

Those who walk without a guide,
Who find no path to follow,
Those whose gifts have been severed,
Who have nowhere to turn,
Those who are chained within the masses
And are isolated from truth?

Those who scoff at road signs,
Who stake their own new paths,
Those who clog their ears with nothing,
Whose blindness is conjured thus,
Those who know of dirt and mirage
Who rejoice in helpless loathing?

The truth is such:
We all come with the faith of empty hands.
And so we are filled
Not by discretion or decree,
But by embrace into the tent,
The holy home where all may find sanctuary.