My Sanctuary

A sanctuary.
A quiet place.
Where wind is still, where trees grow yellow.
Where the silence speaks in ways that words can't.
Where it isn't a place as much as an escape.
An escape from the world, from yourself.
God above, I've wished to escape myself so many times.
To a sanctuary.
But sometimes there is no escape.
Sometimes, like me, you go to your sanctuary
 to find that its peace has long since left.
Where do you go? What do you do?
I found a sanctuary.
 It follows me wherever I go .
A safe haven, a quiet place.
Where silence speaks in ways that words can't.
In silence I here Him, my sanctuary.
Where wind is still, where trees gorw yellow.
An escape, a quiet place.
My Sanctuary.