My Personal Cathedral

My Personal Cathedral

            The gift of time and space;

            The beauty of creation,

            An awe-inspiring place.

My Personal Cathedral

            Beckons, come away;

            To be, and soak in quiet,

            To wonder, to ponder, to pray.

My Personal Cathedral

            Where I desire to be;

            To sit at the feet of Jesus,

            And hear His love for me.

In My Personal Cathedral

            I hear the whispers of my God;

            The wisdom of the ages,

            Knowing where my feet will trod.

In My Personal Cathedral

            I love to start my day;

            To sit, to read, to journal,

            To listen, and to pray.

From My Personal Cathedral

            I slowly turn away;

            With renewed peace and comfort,

            To greet the duties of the day,

           

My Personal Cathedral

            The place from whence my duties start;

            I leave refreshed, encouraged, broken,

            I move from heart to heart.

I wrote this at “The Sanctuary”, our cabin in the mountains; summer 2012.  Sue Tell

           

"Come, everyone who thirts, come to the waters;"

Isaiah 55:1