Sanctuary
How many years
Have footsteps trod
These dusty paths
In search of God?
To seek beneath
The shade of trees
The light of hope
Of mysteries
The air is still
The Sun beats down
The silence sighs
No-one around
Carved from the rock
A sacred shrine
One breath away
From distant times
How many people
Here, have prayed
Within these walls
Their hearts displayed?
An atmosphere
Of grace lives on
A sanctuary
Where all belong
How many tears dropped on the stone,
how many sorrows,
how many dreams,
how many l ost children
how much hope, how much faith
how many prayers, how many
Gods do people pray to?
"One breath away/From distant times" - what a gorgeous way to knit together the past and present! I love this poem and would like to stand there, in that ancient alcove.