SANCTUARY

On approaching the door, in tribulation, in the dark.

The wind rustling autumn leaves, in their final disintegrating dance,

Around her legs, back into the air again, and away.

A light came on inside as she pressed the bell.

Voices murmured quietly, and someone came to open the door.

“She is here!” went up the call, before she had time to say her name.

“Come on in, lass. You are welcome here. I’ll take your coat. Come on in. The wife is on her way.

“What a night. Do you have a case?”

“Yes, inside the porch. Thank you.”

This is the way many have arrived at The Sanctuary. Exhausted, world and travel weary, emotionally drained, in pain.

The Sanctuary provides the time, space and gentle companionship to reconnect with life and a new sought-after future.

The interior and exterior of the house play their soothing part,

As time waits for smiles and joy to burst into view.

Sitting in contemplation on summer days, under the grapevines, listening to the soothing music the pond fountain quietly plays.

Banter and laughter flow freely over a good meal, and storytelling begins.

Forty-eight times this blessed house has performed its magic.

Forty-seven times, when restored and leaving, the thanks fly with calls of “We will be back”, “We will keep in touch”, and they do, from all parts of the world.

No money changes hands, just love, lots of love.

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