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A Small Sanctuary
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This room a sanctuary where we meet
if I but pause a while and stay,
put away pretense and conceit,
open my mind, let plans fly away
if I speak from the heart,
plainly share what troubles me,
tell what’s pulling me apart,
ask you where you want me to be
soon your breath joins with mine
your whispers are a gentle force
you speak the trace of your design,
a thin golden strand to the Source.
These moments in this sacred place
these conversations suffuse my soul
with spirit, light and grace.
Father, thank you for making me whole.
Author's Note: This poem is dedicated to my good friend and medicine woman, Joanna Jacobus who guided me on a significant part of my spiritual journey. Thank you Joanna.
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