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My Refuge

As the air hangs heavy o'er the still dark night,
and the crickets are courting as the fireflies light.
I stroll through the valley deep in thought once again,
unable to release all the turmoil and pain.
The leaves whisper softly as they dance in the sky,
but I pay them no heed as I break down and cry.
The wind calls my name but falls on deaf ears,
for the pounding of my heart is all that I hear.
Yes I've abandoned little things that used to mean so much,
in the serenity of my surroundings I've hopelessly lost touch.
I drop to my knees as my heart screams to the sky,
for someone to save me or hear my cry.
Then peace floods my soul and I feel so free,
in the heart of my refuge it's just God and me.

Copyright © Carl Fraser

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  1. Date: 10/28/2012 3:55:00 PM
    I can feel your emotions as they spread before me. But you found the One who comforts and loves us - with Him, we are safe. Wonderful poetry. Hugs Lady

    Fraser Avatar Carl Fraser
    Date: 10/28/2012 3:59:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you for reading Sherry, love the wolf pic by the way, God bless you, carl
  1. Date: 10/28/2012 3:11:00 PM
    Carl this is stupendously beautiful, the images that come to mind as I read this are simply divine, I see a humble man in a field surrounded by light and a God who hears his every word. love and light vie

    Fraser Avatar Carl Fraser
    Date: 10/28/2012 3:28:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Vie you are very kind to me, i just write from my heart. This gift God has given me is meant to share. If you like these verses check out Writers Block, the birth of the gift and maybe yuoll understand me more. Stau blessed, Carl