Sanctuary
The love of Man, the love of God
are practised here; there is a quiet,
not just a lack of clamor, that is sacred.
It is a safe place to reflect upon
the blessings of your life, a still-point
in a world of stark uncertainty, and when
everything seems lost it is your home.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2009
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