Photo by Paul Paproski, OSB
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