Sanctuary

Summer is blue -
wet, wild and beautiful.

The breath of God
gently
pushes the clouds
across the sky,
relaxing my mind -
while an open lily
floats on the sea,
inviting me
to explore
her inner sanctuary.

With a soft smile
I acknowledge her
generosity,
nod my thanks
and step out
into the moist
night.


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