My closet, my sanctuary, my hiding place, An asylum from darts, arrows and harms, A relief, a place of succor, protection and rest, My Fort
My closet, my sanctuary, my hiding place,
An asylum from darts, arrows and harms,
A relief, a place of succor, protection and rest,
My Fortitude, my Fortress!
Solitary for cowardery heart repose,
A place of sinful darkness, yet an abode of saintly light,
Hideout for refreshment, thoughtless thoughts and schemeless schemes,
Oh my Refuge! Take all from me, but leave my sanctuary
All may be lost, yet, my sanctuary has a stock.
But then the senseless moment,
The dreaded moment,
Fortitude traded for lesser than a plate of porridge,
So real it was!
I thought it made sense to thine turbulent spirit,
I reckoned it was courage, a lift for thine soul,
Thought my sanctuary was a keeper for thine priestly thirst.
But Alas! Wrong was I, oh mortal me!
Sanctuary deserted, emptied of its content and power,
Stay not I beg, but is the strength source taken along too?
A place of delight, now a habitat of dread,
Lost my way? Perhaps my place I cannot find,
Turbulence for peace, darkness for light, sorrow for delight, tears for water,
All for lesser than a plate of porridge,
Oh Sanctuary, how again I long for thine warm embrace!