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Poem: The Sanctuary

Looking out on frozen world,

Snow lingers o’er the land;
Gray, stiff trees stand erect,
You come, oh great I AM.

Like David in the wilderness,
Boulders, sand, rough men;
Yet inner thirst and longing
Propelled him to go in…

Into the sanctuary alone,
Where he and God communed;
Sat down at table graced with love,
With holy power infused.

So we drink of
God’s grace, love, power,
As we return to this our hour,
Satisfied, filled anew

With the great I AM

On this day
Have you come within
To the sanctuary
Of the great I AM?

copyright, Ruth Tuttle Conard

Reflection on Psalm 63:1-8

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