a poem about inner strength |
Sanctuary There is a place I go, in times of stress A calm in the wind, out of the storm Somewhere to rest, to gather myself To heal, to renew, to plan This place is unnamed, with no boundaries It is safe harbour, yet unguarded There are no doors, but seclusion exists There is no strength inside except that brought in Yet weakness is not there unless desire calls it in There are tools aplenty, but none seem at hand Pride and prejudice bounce back as from a magnet Creativity passes through, as does clarity And focus is forged without sound or fire Save that of the intensity of will Does this exist for all humankind then, I cannot know truly for sure Can it be given freely , Or passed on from one to another To this, I believe the answer is a resounding ‘Yes’ To true name in my old tongue, held the power To bend it to your will, to call and have response So then, we must know this name This special place, this universe for all With no religion, no colour, no gender No strings, no caveats, no age It comes with confidence and surety of purpose built in I name it “Faith” Milburn 9-2008 |