Psalm 122:1 (part one)

Jul 20, 2009 | church, poem, scripture | 0 comments

Wooden floorboards, knotted and worn.
Curl-up places. Blankets.
Windows bright,
Like the souls of those
In whose homes I can rest,
Secure. These are my sanctuaries.

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