Caroline's Inner Sanctuary Poem by James McLain

Freedom free of fear inside of me,
The violence makes me shake it should not be.
Either love or hate that drives what should
Not be, hate is hard, yea love is always sweet.

Yet free to pray and free to give what other's
Mean will never give.
She was moist when young with tears to shed,
There in his inner most private self.

To the one's who never learned what they could do
And in doing what one did,
Caused me to hide her heart in my inner sanctuary.

And God with a million lying eye's was still most wise.


Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017