Solitude
Sometimes I like to be alone
Far from pressure
No need to talk
Or smile
If I want I can read or write
Or even watch the wall
You know, there’s something fascinating
Watching paint dry
It’s so peaceful
My mind shall drift
And then I hear Him laughing in the garden
That infectious laugh
And birds feel the need to join in
And joyfully celebrate the day
With Him
I no longer wish to be alone
I rise and go to Him
Joyfully we sing
Celebrating our love
Copyright © Brian Terry | Year Posted 2012
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