The Sanctuary

The Sanctuary
By Larry R Linville

I didn’t plan to worship God
as I looked down to the river
but a mother deer walked into view
and my heart began to quiver.

Fifty feet from the river’s bank
she walked up to a water hole
then her twins began to follow
as I watched them down below.

They stood in such stately beauty
showing lines of the finest grace
and they ambled slowing around
as if they owned the entire place.

What were her thoughts as she stood there
allowing her cute babies to play?
Could she have been thankful to God
and have taken her time just to pray?

I said a prayer of thanksgiving
for the beauty God had allowed
for me in this experience
away from the world’s hectic crowd.

I didn’t plan to worship God
but God had created a church
and presented his creation
which I observed from my high perch.