When the day has gotten long And your spirit become weak, Voiceless, you’ve lost your song And, seeing, all appears bleak, Take a due walk, Wend one’s way to the creek. Find a fallen tree, bark bare, Nature’s pew― a blessed seat. Ready your troubles to share, And bow low in your defeat. No need to talk; In silence you will speak. Sit—still—in steady prayer And ‘neath the juniper…sleep, For God will find you there; He hears your harried heart weep. Upon The Rock, You’ll find what you seek. Ordained on pearly wing, A gift, Divine; voice to sing. Soul’s search satiated With perfect peace. W-Gray 2013 Revised ‘Profound Forage’ 2010
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Love it, gives me a sense of Peace just reading it. The Lord is always there to grant us Peace!!!