Sanctuary
There is light within.
I feel it growing like a freshly lit wick that catches the air.
It warms me.
I can wear the darkness like a heavy cloak and feel it slowing my steps until I am almost paralyzed.
But there is a spark of light within and it tells me that I don’t need the covering. Shrug it off and keep moving. Can I do this?
The sun is up but it is obscured by a wall of bruised and bleeding rain clouds. And yet. I know it is there. Waiting for me.
I pray in the church,near the stained glass windows, and see their beautiful reflections as they recline across the shoulders of the pews. There is beauty everywhere I turn and I am at peace. Sanctuary.
Yet now, even this place is deemed unsafe. The doors are closing. Closing in.
I must look in from afar. I must cherish my memories and stay close in other ways.
I turn to the light within.
There is beauty there too. Spirit. Soul. A soul on fire with hope… and love.
The sun. The Son. They warm me.
“The eyes are the windows of the soul”, I’ve heard it said. Look closely. What do you see?
I close my eyes and I still see light.
A tear escapes. It is not what you think. I am happy.
I feel the warmth inside.
Sanctuary.
All will be well.
