An open secret,
half-hidden in time.
Tucked away securely in plain sight.
This sanctuary – sanguine and serene – invites passers-by to stop, unwind, and gaze at life.
A quiet place where even desires express themselves but only in private and in complete silence.
A place where dreams and prayers commingle as an eternal flame.
Concealed, in this tranquil citified oasis,
a talkative silence whispers.
It sometimes encourages thoughts to take time to carve memories in time.
The air here is soft, coated with melodies of smiles;
and time sits gracefully on the back bench like a monument of hope.
Half-hidden, in this haven of reverent silence,
wishes give birth to wishes.
They sprout unhindered; keen to capture and retain
traces of this rare beauty shining through the shards of sunlight painted delicately on stained glass.
This is my space; special, perfect, and pure.
A place of refuge.
Our solemn sanctuary sheltered from noisy feet and unsettled minds.
This is ours.
An urban oasis, our quaint, peaceful retreat to dream and pray.
It is my sacred place,
where prayers and dreams are at peace.
A place where the heart can carve feelings in bold wooden letters
and offer prayers in bouquets of candles.
A place of hope to dream
perhaps,
just maybe,
one day,
familiar smiles will shine to light the way home.
5 thoughts on “House of Prayers”
Excellent poem. I love it
I often wonder how these beautiful succinct thoughts are put together, painting such beautiful canopy.
Kevin, you are blessed beyond measure. Please continue to fill this bleak world with your beauty poetry.
Beautiful words, full of heart felt meaning as always Your Excellency… just a little too quiet on the audio, as I was forced to turn up the volume to maximum on my computer.
Sublime
There are different spaces in life … including spaces of retreat, reflection and re-poise … you know your spaces… and their jurisdiction … this one can unite dreams, hopes, frustrations by surrendering all it seems …. To the only one that knows why?