Tuesday, October 16, 2012


What creates a sense of place 
A glade, some shade, a quiet space 
Enclosed protected but not confined
Nonthreatening walls yet well defined
A gateway there through which we pass
To contemplate the things that last.
Surrounding walls affirming love
Separate from and yet part of
The nameless regions of our wide expanse
These walls define our circumstanse

We reminisce  We soar  We sigh 
Between the womb and where we die
A tranquil haven lined with life
Edged with meaning
Free from strife
The landmark milestone resting spot
Where space embraces time until it's not
And we have paused to know we're 'there'
A place unique from everywhere
A resting spot flanked by stone
A space within a sheltered zone
A memory held within of spacial song
Where we can feel that we belong

What creates a space like this
Where old men rest
And lovers kiss
Where wasteland ends
And purpose thrives
Where silence sings 
And peace survives
Such tracts of land, such sacred ground
Are very rarely ever found
And rarer still can they be made
Except by stone on stone securely laid
A wall whose stones are made to fit
As if they were always part of it 
Lend strength and certainty to such
As we who are sensitive to spacial touch
We wait and grasp  our new belonging
For sense of space is what we're longing