IN LIFE’S SANCTUARY
It’s not a train door
On your next journey,
Where you search for a seat
To sit down,
Nor an airplane door
With numbers A, B, C, D, E...
Nor the saddle of a steed
In a running race,
Nor a meadow
Amidst grass and flowers.
It is a long journey,
Fortunate, without return,
To enter life’s sanctuary
Without a key,
Only with love.