Home ~ Sanctuary
Soil ~ Harm
Rain ~ Weep
Harm not my sanctuary, lest I weep,
For here is where my heart doth rest,
My weary body sleep.
Tis here I close my tired eyes,
Replenish here my soul
And find within my stirring depths
The truth that makes me whole.
Tis here my joy abides each day
That girds me forth in life,
Where love and safety keep me warm
Protecting me from strife.
Harm not my sanctuary, lest I weep.
My home is my sanctuary.
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©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2015