Thursday, April 1, 2010

Sanctuary

An ever open door

Peace within

Dwelling there

Like a living thing

A place to kneel and pray

Where the soul can soar

Heavenwards

Like a bird on the wing

Refuge and rest

A quiet happiness

Contentment and love

Beyond compare

A haven in the world of care.

Elizabeth Anderson

3 comments:

Mother Moon said...

I love the word sanctuary... one because I just love the way it sounds when it is spoke... two because of what it means... a truly magical word

Hecate said...

What a lovely way to think of the woods.

The Cottage Wytch said...

I agree!