SANCTUARY

Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray10 Sep 2014

SANCTUARY

Stop a while here;
Silence and cold stone,
Air damp with moisture,
Ground worn smooth
By centuries of passing
Feet. Wooden seats
Flank the centre; at
The heart, a place of worship,
A single symbol above the
Altar. Clear windows
Express simplicity; light
Shining, pilgrim's rest; a place
Of prayer even for those
Who have no prayer. Calm
And gentleness; voices
Murmuring if voices there
Are. Here you lose yourself,
All is nothing; you are welcome,
Wait and breathe. Feel the
Presence; stillness is
Settling; day is breaking;
Peace is come.