Let us put by some hour of every day For holy things!  — whether it be when dawn Peers through the window pane, or when the noon Flames, like a burnished topaz, in the vault, Or when the thrush pours in the ear of eve Its plaintive monody; some little hour Wherein to hold rapt … Continue reading 324. Sanctuary, on a personal level, is where we perform the job of taking care of our soul. ~Christopher Forrest McDowell