Poetry

Sacred Spaces

It is in the quiet, in the deep

the Sacred Spaces of the world

where Beauty finds a place to be

and simply to Belong

where chaos of the day finds Sleep

and visions whisper, dreams unfurl

like Captive Meteors set free

to endless galaxies Beyond

 

©2018 Sarah Elizabeth Moore

 

From the shores of Wicket Lake,

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