Sanctuary

By Diane Ludeking
6/9/10

My car has unwittingly

become my sanctuary
Where I am alone to
contemplate in silence
Or liven things up with
some music or a book
on CD.

On the seat next to me

is everything I need for
my pilgrimage.
My journal, laptop and
several books
Are my companions
into the unknown.

There is nothing else to do behind this wheel of

initiation
But guide my car safely on these concrete rivers
And be alert to my surroundings and myself.

In my side mirror I acknowledge the setting sun

And the road I’ve already left behind.
Thank you for the life I’ve already lived.

And as I turn my focus back to what’s before me

I see dark, rain-laden clouds ready to burst
And wash away all that no longer serves me.
This cleansing I embrace as does the setting sun
For I notice the last rays of light
Have reached out to my raincloud and gifted it a
rainbow!

Thank you for the beauty that leads my way

Through the uncertain storms of my life.
Thank you for reminding me that everything works
together to create the atmosphere that is my life.