Woke up with a poem. – Jeni Bate

Holy Ground As light risesMy eyes fallUpon his templeArm raised to ease the painOf the damage of an old storm,Lips pursed againstA dream he won’t rememberReminding meOf last night’s worshipWith the temple of my own soul’s abodeHappy that these buildingsAre now anchored togetherAnd hoping to join againstThe weather of life timesAs long as they stand.Continue reading “Woke up with a poem. – Jeni Bate”