I will not argue the point which is about to be made. All is sanctuary. But there are places my feet know the land, my eyes swim in light, and my soul finds peace and hope. Maybe one day I will find this everywhere.
It could be said that God's foot is so vast
that this entire earth is but a
field on His
and all the forests in this world
came from the same root of just
a single hair
What then is not a sanctuary?
Where then can I not kneel
and pray at a shrine
made holy by His
St. Catherine of Siena