SACRED SPACE
The gray stones of my Sacred Space Reverberate the music that is playing In harmony with the music of my soul. The music, in its power, Flushes my Being with psychic energy That I convert into unique sensations and feelings. In harmony with the music of my soul, The light reflects off the beautiful soft-gray stones That stand so erect and strong, Symbolizing security and safety. All too soon, it is time to go For the music dies down and The lovely stones tell me that The World is calling me, once again.
~poem © by me~
This poem was written circa 45-47 years ago, and was my first attempt at serious poetry. I was reviewing some of my old work recently, and decided to share this piece here, as It has never been published.
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