God, I thank you for the place where no one goes
but you and I; for the secret field, the tree, the
rock, the corner in the house where I may go and find
myself again and, in finding me, find you.
What longed-for-peace creeps in upon my heart, when
hidden in this secret place, I listen to the silence
and shortly lose that tightness that held me fast,
unhappy and afraid
In time I find I can look around at your quiet things,
the leaf so very near my head, the lines on the board
beneath my feet, or the bird that scolds a bit because
I am here, and flies away.
And when I've looked at those a while and rested in
the hush, I know that you are near and I can find myself again.
~Author unknown
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Painting "Peaceful Afternoon" by Paula Vaughan
used with permission
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