A Place
A Place
There is a place I go to be
alone.
It is sturdy, and it has been
here well beyond the years
I know of its actual existence.
I pray it will be here
long after I have passed,
and another might
seek its solace,
its comfort, and its wonder.
This place knows when to let
the light in.
Its entrance always open.
Darkness is a welcomed guest
—the stars rest here
for moments to give the
shadows time to play.
This place I go
needs no windows
because you would not wish
a sheet of glass
to separate you
from this haven
—this place I come
to be alone
—and where I am
met again and again
by the One who
lowers the ladder.
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