entering the house,
joyous laughter and friendly talk
the hum of voices that worship
a breeze of incence still lingers in the hallway,
and like rustling leaves in the wind, the noise of turning pages is
heard,
and different languages resound.
a space seemingly ordinary-
can become a refreshing oasis on the inside,
from the traffic noise on the outside,
you step into a lush lanscape on the inside--
for those willing to discover.
a closed room with open doors,
a closely-knitted community with open arm--
a family in the making.
creating anew from the dust of old days gone by,
gold-dust and dust from stars,
dust from wars and history,
and the dust gathered from a shelf just yesterday--
not quite gone yet, molded into a new today.
altars and shrines,
libations and prayers,
flowers and incence and glistening wine,
cool water from countryside streams.
prayers are said in low silent voices,
and sung with the greatest of pride
while laughter and game refreshes the air.
welcome to all those who may enter
and bring your candle to the flame-
light your candle with our flame,
and light our flame with your candle.
see the ancient Alexandria,
rising again from the dust,
from the sand of centuries,
grain after the grain,
the ancient and the new united--
come, and treat her with respect,
as we do, having come together
from all kinds of walks and faiths and ways,
and you will see and hear and smell:
welcome to Neos Alexandria.
