Poem September 26, 2022 Issue

Poetry

My sanctuary

Joanne Otto
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A place where I find refuge from
the world’s ensnaring sham
and gain the inner peace I need 
to remember who I am

Where Truth displaces erring thoughts
with facts of God’s creation
and time yields to the ceaseless now
of Life’s continuation

Where Love extends to all mankind
the scope of my affection
and selfishness surrenders to
the grace of Soul’s reflection

I find this place—so holy, set apart—
whenever God is foremost in my heart.

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