I have wandered from place to place to find my sanctuary.
And I have found it in the warmth of his hands.
I have found it in my sister’s bubbling laughter,
With the pile of books I keep under my blanket.
And in the quiet listening ears that never betrayed me.
I have found my sanctuary with the One who created me.
And I have found it in the checks of my To-Do List.
I have found it under the tree I call mine.
And I have found it in the clouds that remind me of sea monsters.
I have found not one, but many sanctuaries.
Yet I often find myself homeless.
I always forget to look within myself.