Hi Friends,Need a moment alone with God, a moment of refreshment and peace, silence and solitude? If so, check out this poem -- my very first published work! I found it buried in my files and it turned out to be a whisper of God's love and hope to me.
I hope you find it refreshing too!
The Trysting Place
See the beauty of this glade. Wisdom dwells herein.
Butterflies flit above the grass, never knowing sin.
The brook splashes happily upon a glittering stone.
A tree stretches toward it, standing all alone.
Grass gleams with morning dew, dancing in the breeze,
Creating ripples across the water, rustling through the trees.
Across the shimmering surface, tiny insects play,
Drawing pictures always new of leaves that dance and sway.
A single tiny squirrel darts errantly up a tree,
Gazing from his lofty perch, quiet tranquility.
Beauty reigns in this place, touching azure sky,
Never letting evil in, nor allowing peace to die.
Here fear does not come, for it does not dare
To disturb the soft serenity of my heart's quiet prayer.
When confusion haunts me, this is where I go,
To find the solace of my God, to escape the world's woe.
Here Jesus waits for me, arms stretched wide in love,
Beckoning me to the trysting place, only He and I know of.
Where is this place of heavenly light where I sometimes roam?
'Tis found deep within my heart, where Christ has made His home.
**The Trysting Place appeared in the April 17, 1994 edition of the Standard , a Sunday School take-home paper for the Church of the Nazarene.
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