I visit, once again, my chosen place of worship, a fragrant repository of healing, built by the fair hand of nature’s bounty.

I have named it The Cathedral of the Blue Pool.

Through the lush foliage forming the wooded cloister in which I stand, I view the tranquil, gently rippling water below, a vast, liquid altar at which to kneel and pray.

When the voices of my inner demons become too strident, when their devilish promptings threaten my sanity, I repair to The Cathedral of the Blue Pool.

It is a sacred place, where foul urgings cease, cleansed by the unspoken prayers of mother nature.

GEOFFREY LINDLEY, Clayford Avenue, Ferndown