It’s here for you if you want it. Shelter,
yes, but more. Sanctuary. See how sun
turns windows to gold tabernacles or
shields, depending on your mood. St. Alban’s
Cathedral’s no match for this room, artwork
to equal the Vatican’s, vast music
to master great ages. Listen. Skylarks
repeat how serenity’s here, physic
to envelope all healing. No weapons
to threaten harm. Only arms to enfold
you in safe harbor, release you upon
sacred air to sail at will, visit old
islands and new. Perhaps return, after
testing streams, to soulful eyes and laughter.
Roger Armbrust
February 18, 2010
