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.