When I am worshipping, I am chin to Heaven bleeding appreciation and awe of my Creator. My experience is my own. The welling up and setting free. All me. Bedlam ceases. Virtual cathedrals, highways, and skies. Sanctuary is the space I touch. Imperfect perfection tugs at my soul. I might whisper my words, but mostly I am mute. My throat no longer obeys my mind. Energy consumes my body and when I am ready I go in new peace. I step out into new day. Brighter than the moment before. Smiling in the afterglow of praise. Transcendence and wholeness cover me. And I know I’ll be here again.