Somewhere is a garden,
Luscious and green.
A well defined path,
Warmed by sun’s light.
The fresh smell of rain,
A slight calming breeze.
A beautiful river,
Sparkling and pure.
A bright open meadow,
Butterflies flitting nigh.
Trees stretching to heaven,
Birds singing gaily.
A fountain shimmering,
Splashing delicate tears.
The hope of a rainbow,
Climbing above clouds.
The sweet melon,
Of paradise lost.
The storm clouds afar;
Lightning beyond the realm.
An urging hunger,
Prolonged within mankind.
~Alex Lynn Christensen
Sanctuary
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So true that everyone longs for that. I think a lot of it though is found in other people. The physical place of a sancuary would be great but without the person you care about it's only a place instead of paradise.
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