I had a life that was full of strife
And pains that we all do bear.
I found a way to face my fears
…or more, pretend they weren’t there.
I called it my sanctuary,
to which I’d go when the world got scary;
Through this poem I’ll take you there
Sadly I cannot let you stay,
But it’ll be a memory you and I will shortly share.
I opened my fair eyes wide
to see a world; in my mind reside.
And find I’m in a cozy field
At whose borders beautiful flowers yield.
Around me in my canopy
Stand thousands of fun stories
Books galore—all full of lore—
A thousands worlds, infinite time
And one small book, filled with rhymes…
I lay in the blooming clover nook—
The only space, without one book!
Except, when my life seemed a bore
And anything but reading was a chore.
I stood to leave my canopy
Knowing, clearly, the were no enemies.
And pause to hear a sound, sweet and clear,
a sound that rumbles the dream.
It is a small bubbling brook
Something overlooked
—my calm stream—
And to where it empties, I am fond,
It empties in a cozy pond.
I walk and feel the winds’ caress
A soft breeze, always, at best.
Up in the sky, the clouds were few,
But then, in here—my skies are blue
And all those worries, are now gone, like morning dew.
The grass is green and plush
But the foliage isn’t always so lush.
The birds sung while somewhere distant bells rung
And further on, I saw the moon
And here, the sun
Stars and light
Day and Night
There were no wars,
Never even the whisper of a fight
Here all was one
I stopped along the sandy beach
Looking at fish, which leapt beyond my reach.
The sand was warm, not hot or cool
Even along this sacred pool.
The songs in the air turned and twirled
Lulling me back, their wings unfurled.
My eyes were dry—so long since I’ve cried
I see those who I know have died.
They stand with me
In this my sanctuary.
This is My Sanctuary,
To which I'd go, when our world got scary.
