Sanctuary

This poem was sent in by reader Marvin R. Herring in response to “A Cabin State of Mind” by Lars F. in the March 2006 issue.

His advice: Read it at home with a great glass of wine and think about each line. You will be transported to the Rocky Mountains as soon as you do.

Somewhere high in the Rocky Mountains is a special place in time.

A place where you may go to relax, reflect, and renew the spirit.

A place to ponder about things that are … and things that cannot be.

A place to read, a place to have a glass of wine with friends or family.

A place to hear the music of the forest and look up and see the beautiful wild animals.

A place to see the aspen trees turn from green to gold and to hear their wake.

A place to feel the gentle breeze of the mountains and smell the flowers of the meadow.

A place where harsh words are not spoken and stressful conclusions are left behind.

A place where vanity is no more and acts of kindness are important.

A place to thank God for his wonderful creation that He gave to all of us, so long ago.

So now my friend, will you come join me in Sanctuary?

Penned by Marvin R. Herring
July 08, 2003

Mike Norton, dreamstime.com