Sanctuary 150 150 Rosanne Osborne

The churchyard was quiet
when I arrived. The day mild, 
the sky clear. I took my robe
and stole, my Bible and notes,
into the silent church. Then,
remembered one thing more. 

Opening the church door, 
I spotted a red fox crossing 
in front of the steps, no doubt 
indignant that the solitude 
of his yard had been disturbed. 
He barely acknowledged me. 
On he sped, across the gravel, 
across the grass, into the safety  
of the trees, his own sacred place. 
His iconic identity was not lost 
on me. Was he sent from a surer  
place, challenge to my uncertainty? 

Rosanne Osborne

An English professor, Methodist pastor, clarinetist, and poet, Rosanne Osborne holds the Ph.D. in English from the University of Alabama, the MFA from Spalding University, and the M.R.E. and MDiv from New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary. She grew up in Missouri but has lived most of her adult life in Louisiana. Her work has appeared in Tar River Poetry, Alabama Review, Christian Century, Ruminate, Thema, Penwood Review, and The Village Pariah.

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