by Denise Marie Chambers

Deep within the bosom
Of man lies a holy
Sanctified place set
Apart for the one who
Created him- this place
is Sanctuary.

Manmade artifacts,holy
Relics of the past adorn
Not this serene sepulcher
For prayer,there is no heavy
Incense lingering in the air.
Only direct communion beyond'
Worldly cares. This place is

Sea billows overwhelmingly roll,
Storm winds may come and go, yet
As is well with every man's soul
In Sanctuary....

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