Something Sacred

by

Phil Pochurek

There’s something sacred
About something that remains the same
Throughout the whole of our lives.
A place to return to
Relatively unchanged over the years.
A centering place to return to as we grow.
To visit and see and look back at what we know
At where we’ve been.
To recharge, replenish, and nourish our souls
Over and over again and again.
Until we too pass on one day
And leave to our children these special places.
Where memories born can never be erased
Just passed on to our family and friends.
Where time stands still, maybe even begins.
A mountain lake, a meadow stream
A playground or a park
All fill our dreams with memories
Of times long passed.
Gone but not forgotten
In memories these sacred places
Will remain, and always last.

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