The Sanctuary

The ruins lay before me.
I turned my back on them and left them.
You came and you brought with you pieces of the ruins.
Standing before me, as if in a vision,
You cover yourself with the ruins
And use them to build yourself
Into the strongest pillar of the long-forgotten sanctuary.
Then I see the pieces that belong to me and to the others.
Dare I believe all these and take up my portion
And turn myself into a pillar too?
What a beautiful sanctuary we would make!

by Juvie Gubat

Comments (1)

What a beautiful one. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.