Sunday, 5 August 2012

Sacred space

Waves lick the softened shore and rock me gently with their music.
The bright star beams its light upon my face sending me rays of love and warmth for my soul.
A lonely bench sits empty except for the faint outline of a grandfather's spirit.

I am home. I am loved. I am safe.

I go here in my mind's eye when times feel troubled and the darkness creeps in.

Trees whistle a happy tune through the beautiful dance of photosynthesis. A memory of young children bouncing together, holding innocent hands, on an old inner tube plays softly in my mind.

I am home.  I am loved.  I am safe.


  1. Thank you, for your poem. I understand it better, knowing a bit about your grandfather. What I like best about this piece is that you've included your feelings.

    It must be great, connecting with---treasuring--- precious moments from more innocent times, feeling the love, peace and joy of the past and experiencing it now.

    1. Amazing! Thanks Pablo. It came from the HEART