Garret Keizer

This room was a sacred space

This room was a sacred space, a place that he had chosen to make especially his own, a place redeemed from mere "use" in which he would make a conscious attempt to be at rest and to put a part of his life in order. In short, this was the evidence that the man was able to pray.

~ from A DRESSER OF SYCAMORE TREES by Garret Keizer
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