There is nothing neat about it;
briars and nettles abound
so thick you use your feet
to find some solid ground.
It’s a wild jungle for cats
and a leafy forest for deer,
a green sanctuary. That’s
where I disappear,
where poetry is the spin-
drift of the green dream,
the loose change in
the pocket of time;
the swirl of cream in the coffee in your cup
and the froth in the bottom of mine.
Kim M. Russell, 24th May 2021
My response to earthweal weekly challenge: Sanctuary
This Monday Brendan tells us about a ‘megalithic park’ his father spent decades building in Eastern Pennsylvania, called Columcille, which Brendan says resonates with the ‘simple yet precious sense of sanctuary’, where ‘the veil between I and Thou is the faintest’. His memories of this place of sanctuary took him further to the isle of Iona, Stonehenge, and to the past and religion.
Our challenge is to write about Sanctuary: the places nearby where we find the communion and forgiveness and renewal of sanctuary; how it is created and with whom it is shared; and what can be done to ensure it grows into a deeper communion for generations to come. He has shared a poem by Mary Oliver from the Eco-Poetry Anthology as inspiration for our poems to work toward the same end.