Each stone, painting, feather,
each tear in tired leather ,
each square yard of carpet,
each slant of light is familiar,
signifies office after 26 years
is built not of wood, glass, paint
but of choices, tears, memories,
life force, defeat, triumph, hope,
A place made sacred by story.
Victoria Hendricks
November 5, 2010
So much change after 26 years, except so much remains the same. Wonderful metamorphosis poem.
ReplyDeleteI've visited your office... so very, very comfortable!
ReplyDeleteA delightful example of oneness :-)
ReplyDeletethese words are divine.
ReplyDeleteI can understand that this "place" - is built not of wood, glass, paint
ReplyDeletebut of choices, tears, memories,
life force, defeat, triumph, hope,
A place made sacred by story. -
I think it is wonderful that you have built such a safe place for those who need it. Beautiful poem about the what builds a place besides brick and mortar.
Thank you all so much for your comments about my sacred space and the words that describe it.
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