Sunday, September 25, 2016

April 28 - A Refuge


A Refuge

When I build a place of refuge,
I compass myself about
With walls, but I always leave
A door and window facing out.
I cannot block away the sky
Nor the mountains or the sea.
I will not place a wall between
The warm brave sun and me.

                                                                © 2016 by Tom King

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