My Altar

Don't stand too close while you're laughing, for I have built the Lord an altar near my bed, and only those who are led by the Spirit should approach as the final grains of sand mark the days of my life. For the time of my departure is at hand, and God is present listening to my prayers and to the prayers of those intervening for me. I have no more time for the folly we once shared, folly that seemed to bind our hearts and minds and synchronize our souls. For He Who said, "All souls are mine," is present to bind my soul forever with His and to take me away, and I want to go in peace. So don't stand too close to my altar if you have no prayer to offer the God I am about to meet.