The Sanctuary Poem by J.C. Masa

I might have planted a garden in your mind,
But you don't have to water it until you're ready.
No pressure, just presence—me appreciating your design,
The motion and eloquence of your beauty.

I'm in no competition, for I'm on my own path,
And the destination is always you.
I no longer wander in the chaos of the aftermath,
Because the sanctuary has been furnished, too.

Right now, I want to embody the peace I promised,
A quiet vow kept in the memories I hold fondest.
Now I just have to stay steady,
Since I already have the peace of finally being known;
The time will come when you'll be open and ready,
And you're always welcome to come and sit at your throne.

I now have the strength to let you put yourself first,
As I watch the light of a new morning burst.
Know that your essence is in my every verse—
A blessing I carry, no longer a curse.