My
soul yearns
For
sacred places,
For
silence to hold my questions,
For
music to carry my prayers,
For
lofty spaces
to
enfold my being
And
set away corners
To
hold me tight.
They
touch my being,
These
holy places.
Calm
me, quiet me,
Compose
me, fill me.
And
they leave me
God-touched.
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