THE GREATEST PEACE (12-25-08)

 

There were few people that

roamed the streets this day

made by man.

 

However among the trees and

virgin land that God had created

no humans came, but me.

 

This is where I found the

greatest peace. I felt my

hand move as the pen that,

 

Had been given to me spoke.

The creek ran full as the rains

had come after the snow.

 

But gone was the clear water

as muddy water floated to no

where.

 

Silent was the day but my

heart never missed a beat.

Again I felt the spirit,

 

As the elements never left

me but time passed me by.

 

 


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