This place, my space, refuge unadorned,

So quickly does it have its effect, calming, settling my busy, sometimes troubled mind,

Sometimes most times the scribbled words dribble out in some way – like now – that creates the space for my mind to settle, not struggle so much but instead,

Face the music and the magic of the moment, a lot or a little, could be either no matter,

Tethered to faith and quiet and

hope and darkness and love and longing to be true, together,

In this place.