The Holy of Holies.

when nothing around me bends toward changes..

when the world stays still and favors none of my plans,

 I look inward, really look!

so much has shifted inside me,

in that most holy room where the living God lives.

he's at work there, in the quiet and the dark,

rearranging, schooling, refining.

He does not rush the outside; he tends to my heart.

Here's a temple inside the most holy place

and God is there, working in the dark.

not rewriting headlines, but rewriting me.

new priorities. new dreams. new eyes.

i am becoming someone i barely recognise.

He is alive within that secret place,

rivers start to rise there slow at first, then pouring

rivers of life that carry goodness outward,

making change from the inside until the world must follow.