In an irreverent world
It is not easy to find
A place of solace that calms your heart.
There are shrines that beckon
Places the righteous suggest
You should visit and feel the love of God.
But they are empty in my mind’s eye,
Rather the holiest of places
Exist within me.
When I sit in nature, in the early morning
The sun waking me to its nourishing warmth
And around me beauty flourishes
Birds and animals doing what they do
Uninhibited by what society may say
Infusing me with gentleness and vigour.
Its there I taste the holiest of places
Leaving me content, a little more centred.