A Church, an Arbor, or a Lonely Mount
A place for my weary soul to find rest
by Joanne Troppello
Lying on my bed I wonder if any sanctuary can be found.
Would one go to a church up on the hill,
Or an arbor scented by pine trees green,
Or a lonely mount spacious in its view?
No. My wanderings led me elsewhere to any place
where an open soul comes unencumbered to the
Father of the church, the creator of the scented arbor
and the majestic lonely mount where He breathes into the soul.
© Joanne Troppello
About the Poet
Joanne Troppello is a published author of three inspirational fiction novels, freelance writer, poet, and the Publisher and Editor-in-Chief of Mustard Seed Sentinel. She has experience as a freelance writer in topics such as marketing, retail marketing, health and wellness, SEO and social media, travel and lifestyle, website content, recommendations for apps, and content for blogs.