The Sanctuary
If I could keep my innermost Me
Fearless, aloof and free
Of the least breath of love or hate,
And not disconsolate
At the sick load of sorrow laid on men;
If I could keep a sanctuary there
Free even of prayer,
If I could do this, then,
With quiet candor as I grew more wise
I could look even at God with grave forgiving eyes.
Fearless, aloof and free
Of the least breath of love or hate,
And not disconsolate
At the sick load of sorrow laid on men;
If I could keep a sanctuary there
Free even of prayer,
If I could do this, then,
With quiet candor as I grew more wise
I could look even at God with grave forgiving eyes.
Sara Teasdale
From time to time I hope to offer you a contemplative poem for you to enjoy and think about. There are so many wonderful poems and I often use them to enhance my visual listening exercises in the landscape...this is the first in the series.
From time to time I hope to offer you a contemplative poem for you to enjoy and think about. There are so many wonderful poems and I often use them to enhance my visual listening exercises in the landscape...this is the first in the series.
Enjoy!
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