Sanctuary

By Lydia Manx

Is that what you seek -- sanctuary?
Consecrated ground of refuge
Keeping your soul safe from harm.

Softly now -- peering out -- silence
The echoing chaos -- unfolded fast
Never imagined horrors -- now real.

Embrace me -- hold me in place --
For all we have is each other
But then isn't that the way
Life is meant to be?
Finding your sanctuary.

7 march 2002
2:30pm EST
Michigan