Sanctuary

Beginning

Such habits of routine we tout;

We stir and stretch and wander out,

Then make the coffee, find our nook

And settle down to read the Book.

We pray God’s blood all sores assuage,

Then sketch our thoughts on secret page

While sipping slow and soft our drink

That nourishes like ancient ink.

And finally, when the sun has broke

The night’s last grasp on dawning folk

And vibrant crimson streaks the air,

We rise, content that God is there.

Published by Karen Yoder

Join me for a cup of coffee and a bar of dark chocolate. We'll talk about -- well, what do you want to say? I'll listen. Teaching is my passion, reading my inspiration, writing - a creative outlet. And Jesus, my Redeemer. I lean hard. "For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." -Mary Oliver

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