Sanctuary
Rooted in love
Leafing through a life
Rooted in love
Leafing through a life
Joined as one
Carrying the strife
Carrying the strife
Not just a place
A refuge of care
No name on a page
Still, we share
Engraved, embroidered, cherished
Shining bright, still
This, our Sanctuary
Was; always will
This poem is dedicated to my colleagues on the care team; and to all those that allowed us to share precious time in their lives with them, at the Sanctuary Hospice for people with HIV and AIDS.
The Sanctuary is no longer a hospice, but will always be our Sanctuary.
The Sanctuary is no longer a hospice, but will always be our Sanctuary.
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