Sanctuary
May 30, 2011
When life seems bent and sorrowed
And love a cruel illusion
Remember that somewhere in the desert
The sun illumens sage and fiery rock; and
In a Canyon blessed with shade and quiet
The Coyote sleeps in cottonwoods
Where the wind knows no hurry
Where sand and pebble and sacred silence
Have never heard of trouble.
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Amen. Sort of reminds me of D.H. Lawrence’s “Self Pity.”
Sam
Thanks, Sam. I went and found the Lawrence poem -very similar idea. I love the desert.