Tigh Mor

This place is perhaps my sanctuary.
It stirs something inside me that cannot be touched by worry or stress.
I feel life itself began here,
And flourished on every visit.
I ate and grew and learned at its table.
And walked its many paths in search for peace.
I think God himself visits here,
My place.
I feel its too perfect for mortals,
We do not deserve it.
I sleep and talk and love and live differently here.
I wish for this feeling to etch its way into every brick of my life.
I look for it in all places
It brought back my poetry
It is my sanctuary.