I wrote this years ago and post it here in this time between Christmas and New Years. This time of waiting, this Sanctuary quietly preparing for the next round in the fight for reason, care, love and life. 2020, confusion to my enemies!


Sanctuary



It is good to be here once again
Beneath these aged eaves and darkened beams
Upon an ancient polished flagstone floor
With a soft fire in the grate and gleaming brasses
On the walls reflecting sconced muted golden light

Safe at last and far away from the everyman's
Teaming chaotic reigns and hateful mauling winds of war
Once more among my own who with me here
Feel the kindred hidden bonds of love and life

To walk below this stuping portal and find this
Wonder here as memory has served me well
To be welcomed with shy smiles rough hugs
Calming embraces and gentle touch
These fair loves of mine ask not where I've been
But rather simply say
It's good to have you back

Now to restore the power needed
to sally forth yet again unimpeded




Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-30 at 22:33

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shells
Thoughtful, serene, taking stock and the time spent in your sanctuary is time well spent. Happy New Year to you.
2019-12-31



Those places where we can stop to restore our vitality and resiliency: so important, so needed. You depict your sanctuary skillfully and beautifully. Thanks for posting the poem!
2019-12-31


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done, Joe.
2019-12-30