There is a place in your mind that is difficult to find
But when everything fails in your life, this place becomes your haven…
A place where things become crystal clear
The painful past begins to fade in memories of yesterday
The longing future holds tomorrow secure
And the seasons of life are ever changing
Serenity is Peace
The sky is at its bluest; not a single cloud
The forest trees stand tall with its leaves dancing in the cool breeze
It welcomes an open field of fresh green grass, blossoming with yellow dandelions
The dandelions make a path leading you to the entrance of a white sandy beach
Large rocks gather at the edge of a crystalline ocean
Its waves crash lightly against a never-ending shore
Hear them whisper as they reach the rocks
Sit there… on top of the Rock… overwhelmed with peace
Taste the essence of heaven
Think of nothing …
The fretful world has been sealed inside a bottle
You tossed into the ocean… It is lost at sea
Close your eyes and find with me
This place called Serenity…
Stay there... Choose to be at peace
Copyright © 2002 by Ellie Kings
9 comments:
I've been having a rough day, and this was very uplifting. Thank you.
I can relate. I've been suffering with a migrane all day. On my rough days, I usually tell myself, "BREATHE,
you can turn this day around!"
Susan, BREATHE...
Beautiful place... The imagery just takes the reader to it.
Did it work? Then I accomplished my mission Alex. Glad you shared it with me. :)
Ellie, you have a beautiful way with words.
After tireless hours of cleaning my house after a long work day, you have taken me to a place of calm.
Beautiful...
A.ways glad to help Tamika!
Ellie, Oh wow. thank you. That poem was... I just don't have words :) AMAZING!
My fav line, "The fretful world has been sealed inside a bottle you tossed into the ocean..."
WOW Ellie, wow :))
thank you for visiting my blog and I am so glad to have found yours :)
I go with this piece straight into my own haven. I feel it most when I'm creating and no words could have described it better.
Tabitha: Sometimes I wonder where all my words come from. I guess I must have something to say, huh? Thanks for your praise, though I do owe it to God... it took me a long time to admit He had given me that particular gift.
Veronica: When we are creating is when we most need our haven, our sanctuary, that place that melts our worries away. Thanks for stopping by.
Post a Comment