I looked for it in in the walls of churches, in the words of friends, in the beds of lovers, in the pages of books, in the sun, in the moon, in the burnt earth, in my birth home.
And there were times I convinced myself that I had found it
There were times there was more calm than storm
There were times when my heart lay still.
But that wasn’t refuge
It was comfort
My spirit is presented
With the single reality
That the only refuge
That will ever hold true through time
Is within myself.