' I Thank You ' !

 
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. . .
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                                LOVE   YA,    ~Barbara