As clouds descend,
surrounding faith
Familiar space,
a foreign strife
Lost acquaintance,
memory’s fog
Buried so deep,
yet held so close
Another place,
the spirit’s hearth
Green Park, London
Photo by: c.b.w. 2011
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c.b.w. 2013
As clouds descend,
surrounding faith
Familiar space,
a foreign strife
Lost acquaintance,
memory’s fog
Buried so deep,
yet held so close
Another place,
the spirit’s hearth
Green Park, London
Photo by: c.b.w. 2011
– – –
c.b.w. 2013
C.B. Wentworth 
Lovely. I see an Ent face in that tree in the front.
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How cool is that! I didn’t see it until you mentioned it! 🙂
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Oh yes, I see the Ent too! Adds another dimension to the spirit’s hearth.
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Trees really are ‘the spirit’s hearth’. Sitting against a tree warms the heart and refreshes the spirit.
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So true. I found this to be especially true during my first few days in London. The shock of being in such a big city all by myself took a little getting used to (even though I’d been there before). Green Park was where I found a little solace. 🙂
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Sanctuary much for this poem.
🙂
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Cute! 🙂
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