Hideaway
My contemplation Garden
Yes, there is a place I like to go
Whenever feeling sad or blue
The serenity that takes place
Like the motherโ€s arms I knew.
Thereโ€s no
Rain, sleet or snow
No crying, sadness or woe
In this world to which I go.
The sun shines bright
Skies always azure blue
Never any rain
To send my day askew.
The peace I seek
Is always there
Never fails
To ease my despair.
An hour or two is all I need
To restore my resolve,
Reminding me who I am
And how I did evolve.
Listening to my inner voice
Strongly directing me,
Following the rightful course
Will alone set me free.
Returning to the real world,
Tested and fresh
Able to cope with adversity
Putting my woes at rest.
Tom Fenning
8/26/2006
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Wow, Tom. This is beautiful. I know I have always had my spaces like this and I know how important they are for anyone. Thanks for the poem. It’s great.
Anna
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Anna, everyone needs to escape to his or her quiet place now and then.