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God’s Sanctuary

You called me, Beloved,
through whispering leaves,
into your sanctuary.

Eyes closed, mind still,
I enter into divine mystery
where you dwell.

Through ancient trees I journey,
cathedral groves reaching to the sky
where sunlight moves with golden grace
and shadows fall in purple haze
through winding paths of solitude.

Sweet place, this is your sanctuary,
a refuge for my soul.

Your arms enfold me,
love washes over me,
compassion moulds me
into the oneness of His spirit —
a consuming fire
in God’s sanctuary.

By Diane Bauer