If I would choose
a place outside
to look inside
it would be here
yes, I feel a breeze
increasing
the chill of fog coming up
soon to see nothing
than a few steps ahead
in the dark of blind faith
I know that my world
it would be here
yes, I feel a breeze
increasing
the chill of fog coming up
soon to see nothing
than a few steps ahead
in the dark of blind faith
I know that my world
will make it through this
somehow
I do not want to leave
this place of peace
wrapped in a blanket
of protection I wait
gratefulness
envelops me as a cloud
of protection I wait
gratefulness
envelops me as a cloud
Not yet all change
has settled
rough stones slow me down
Not all is smooth
and straightened
has settled
rough stones slow me down
Not all is smooth
and straightened
but this is where I want to stay
and embrace
and embrace
the sense of this place
Poem by St.Germain
11 comments:
I like how you reflect on the place, Jeannette. The quiter the place, the more we can hear from within ourselves.
Eki,
You caught my drift! For my job to quiet down, or contemplate, or to "process" (that's how we call it in psychology) is a major requirement to be able to help people:)
I like the picture on its own, but I love the way you coupled it with the poem to allow us to peek inside your thoughts as you saw the scene. Just lovely.
I tried to imagine where that place was an came up with the rocky shore of Oregon in the late afternoon fog in the cool summertime. I was there and it was a magical place.
We all need these "places." One inside of us and one outside.
I like this - it certainly does have a sense of place.
Lizzy,
I'm by all means an amateur at photography, so when one turns out well it stirs my verbal/poetic side:)
Thanks for visiting -how did you find me?
Irene,
That place sounds immensely beautiful! Haven't gotten to Oregon yet...sigh
Pat,
Glad you caught that line! I need more of it, right now. My life is too hectic.
Weaver,
Thank you Weaver! Since you write poetry yourself, any suggestions? I'm always up for getting better at it:)
To seek the place where peace lives is not an easy job in itself, Jennette.
Nicely done, your photo is oh so delightful :)
This seems a perfect notion for our Thanksgiving Day. We need to stop every now and then to be grateful for the wind's howl as we look inside to peace and warmth. Without one, we can't appreciate the other.
Pam,
So true, but I have faith that if we seek, we find:) Thank you Pam!
Stephanie
Am so happy that I wrote this fitting poem, because I had forgotten when the Canadian Thanksgiving was. Happy Thanksgiving to you!
I think we all have encountered places like that, which wants us to stop time, so we can enjoy them for a while. I have a few such in my memories...
Lovely poem.
xoxo
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