I know a place of silence
Where one can roam about -
Touch the height of peace
And watch the morning crown.
It's a place well-hidden -
Where no worry survives -
Where no thoughts break in
And living hope abides -
Where seraphs may be found
And joy is my raiment -
Where clouds meet the ground
And keep the dewy haven.
It's under mesquite trees -
Over their medusan roots
And in mellow sun rays
And their assuring proofs.
It's by the pale mescals -
Under some tender stalk -
Between granite boulders
In shades of ochre and chalk
And among the cactus
That you'll find the place.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
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- Published: March 29th, 2025 15:57
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
A most beautiful description using wonderful images to paint the scene. A great piece and a fave
A beautiful write giving wonderful imagery as you read through, enjoyed the read
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