My Sacred Place
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    “My Sacred Place,” Ensign, Aug. 1983, 7

    My Sacred Place

    I have my own

    Sacred Place.

    I’ve found it

    While kneeling here,

    Alone,

    In the basement.

    I would have liked

    Lush green grass

    Beneath my knees,

    And

    I would have loved

    To have heard

    Birds singing

    Instead

    Of the constant

    Rumblings of

    The old freezer.

    But

    Somehow the Spirit

    Didn’t seem to care

    Whether I was kneeling

    Near cement walls or

    Quaking aspen trees.

    I needed

    Spiritual guidance.

    I needed answers …

    And I received them,

    Right here,

    Across the room from

    The canned fruit,

    Near the washing machine.