Comfort Place
Sanctuary in the Green
A poem of appreciation
I wasn’t looking when chance led me to you,
a place nestled in the green
like a bird’s nest in leaves.
I wasn’t looking when chance brought me here
to a gift wrapped in emerald
and tied with a bow of shamrock.
I wasn’t planning to uproot when chance told me to move
to this sanctuary of contentment,
perched on saged lake waters.
I left behind brown to embrace green,
finding my comfort in the colors of growth,
finding my solace in this home.
Comfort, sanctuary, peace
— we need these to thrive. Survival is possible with the minimum of needs — food, water, shelter. But, thriving requires a place that feeds more than the body — it must feed the…