Saturday, July 06, 2013

My Sanctuary

My sanctuary has thousands of birch leaves rustling softly,
Bird chatter,
And wind song.
My sanctuary has ancient apple trees,
Extending arms full of tiny green apples.
There are dappled pools of sunlight,
Flecked with black-eyed Susan, field daisies,
And tall grasses whose seed heads dance.

I do not need to pray in my sanctuary;
My sanctuary is a prayer,
of gratitude,
and wholeness,
and belonging.

Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you sanctuary and belonging.


Prairie Star said...

So beautiful ... I sighed a big sigh of contentment just reading and imagining.

Thank you for the gift.

Laura said...

so beautiful Aisling... indeed observing and appreciating the gifts growing in your sanctuary is a prayer. I'm so happy that you visited my blog this morning. Blessings to you dear one.

Nan said...

That was so wonderful. It ought to be published somewhere.

Aisling said...

Thank you, dear friends. :)

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

So beautiful...
This early evening
I find your words
very soothing.