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Shed
Not a house
Not a garage
Not a place for tools
I shouldn't be prescriptive
Yet these have to be the rules
A chair, a lamp
A heater
A kettle is the max
A place of peace and quiet
So that nothing then distracts
I will allow a volume
I will consume the words
I will restore my whole
With poets and the psalmists
Strive to elevate my soul
Turn away all of the gadgets
Turn connection down to null
Turn my mind to still and quiet
Volume up on natural
Orientate myself to try it
We all need a sacred harbour
We all need that peaceful place
We all need to sit and dwell
To pursue the 'inner sanctum'
So internal noise will quell
Do you hear me when I say this
Do you sense the inner call
Do you long to calm the din
Find that place and don't deny it
For that space is deep within
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Sam Scott
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