My Secret Place

Thick clouds hover low.
Breath—measured, steady.
Here, I find my peace.
Tailor-made, crafted just for me.

This essence of sovereignty
wraps around every fiber of my being,
poured out golden, like sweet honey.

Outside forces cannot reach me here
I’m covered in mounds of earth,
canvassed with precision and vision.

Inside, all is clear,
arrested by divine intervention—
like Moses before the burning bush.

Wool-soft, firm,
guarded, and protected.

This is my safe place.
Free from distraction,
far from the chaos of the world.

I subdue the noise
Within this sacred, glorious space—
roughly 38 feet wide,
22 to 30 inches deep.

It’s my refuge.
My escape.

Here, I am free.
I am reassured.
I am elevated.
I am strengthened.

This closet of hope—
My favorite place to be.

I close the door.
I close my eyes.

It’s time to pray.

–Vmack