At the Basilica Feb24 by melodylowes Enter, hearts in need of rest, Tread where ancient feet have trod, Feel the Hallow in thy breast, Find in silence words of God; Let the sanctuary leach Peace into thy weary soul, Solitude, let wisdom teach How love can make of parts, a whole. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
I love these sacred spaces; the sanctuary, the silence, the presence of the ages.
Me, too. You can feel it in your bones as soon as you enter. Thanks, Gallivanta!
Beautiful–I especially love, “feel the Hallow in thy breast”. That’s what I need.
Me, too! Especially for today…. thanks, Mirada.
Lovely words, Melody…