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Sanctury

 

yearnings dig; first as thought,

now as prayer where desire

and guilt seek

sanctuary- an escape

 

desire- not of human nature,

but, as hunger

for peace,

tranquility

 

pieces of oneness

bashed and bruised

through one's own-doing, ache

to be gathered in palms  

to relearn that life

once covered with blessing

will shatter fragments,

if unkempt, unattended

 

life's home is homage,

lit by caring,

not craving-

devotion,

not worship

 

Lord, stay with me,

enlighten my home . . .


 

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  • Susan E. Pennycuff
    June 26

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    This is a gorgeous poem depicting the souls ability to admit that although the body may house us we are never truely a home without furnishing ourselves with the heart of our Lord. Beautifully written dear.

    Congrats on the gold, it is well deserved.


    • FransB gold member
      June 26
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      Your reply

      and comments are appreciated. Frans


  • FransB gold member
    May 27
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    I am

    humbled by this award. Thank you. Also, blessings to you. Frans


  • PrabhuDayal Khattar silver member
    May 27

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    Amen Indeed. such a wonderful imaginative take with the depth of the soul you have poured in it..love it..and many and many thanks for sharing it...

  • drifting cloud silver member
    May 18
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    Another good poem that shows insight. Thank you for your gift.


  • myrataal silver member
    May 16

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    Textured poetry ...

    while God is our Home and sactury, the body houses the soul, and also: our earthen homes should have God as the Light and Life, relearned and reinforced by promise and by prayer.

    In humbleness the poet once again declared his imperfections and his love for his Creator. I must agree with Titus: this poem is an accurate reflection of your soul.

    Love
    Myra


  • Have left the stage gold member
    May 16

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    Beautifully ellegant

    I believe....., that this shows the true, true soul of thewriter, and his way of life's traits. Marvelous

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