Giving Thanks from a Place of Sanctuary

by Soul Places | Diane Ludeking

Giving thoughts to the Thanksgiving holiday, I deemed this poem fitting because of it’s modicum of gratitude.  I do my best to give thanks every day, but a reminder to do so is always well received.


by Diane Ludeking

My car has unwittingly become my sanctuary

Where I am alone to contemplate in silence

Or liven things up with some music or a book on CD.

On the seat next to me is everything I need for my pilgrimage.

My journal, laptop and several books

Are my companions into the unknown.

There is nothing else to do behind this wheel of initiation

But guide my car safely on these concrete rivers

And be alert to my surroundings and myself.

In my side mirror I acknowledge the setting sun

And the road I’ve already left behind.

Thank you for the life I’ve already lived.

And as I turn my focus back to what’s before me

I see dark, rain-laden clouds ready to burst

And wash away all that no longer serves me.

This cleansing I embrace as does the setting sun

For I notice the last rays of light

Have reached out to my raincloud and gifted it a rainbow!

Thank you for the beauty that leads my way

Through the uncertain storms of my life.

Thank you for reminding me that everything works together to create the atmosphere that is my life.