Humans find sacred in the mundane. 

We painted constellations from the dying light of stars that shine uninterested in our reverence of them. We created beings powerful enough to solve puzzles the universe never gave us. We enthroned religions in their honor and pledged our existence to serve them.  

Humans find magic in the necessary.

We wrote stories from the ancient relics left by generations past lest time evaporate them. We originated love to explain the evolutionary advantage of partnerships. We waged wars in the protection of this ideal and sacrificed our lives to preserve it.

You and I found peace in the soliloquy of silence.

Our wanderings canonize underneath the light of dying stars as we forge spirituality. Our love letters etch onto sticky notes, composing relics to protect. You wove the essence of love into the fabric of my being, embroidering my soul with the silver thread of our own iteration of sacred.