As HE taught
The cold November wind blows through the pine trees .. an Erie feeling comes over the fog covering the park, deer are huddled down, perhaps they too are hurt..
The creek calm like glass, only the ducks feet glide across like a knife through butter.. but no noise dare they mutter…
Darkness overcomes us, street lights luminate the path leading through Sunnybrook park..everyone is asleep..
My aching body lays down upon the grass, thus is my happy place, away from people who had no time for me, you had your chance to listen, now only the deer, look into my soul, we’ve made thus place our home..
For GOD created thus place for us.
The sky upon which to seek HIS wisdom,
Deer in which to graze on grass He sowed,
Tall Pine Trees in which to give us Shelter,
Sun from which to warm us.. .
My body is at peace,
my breathing slows,
Winter will soon be amongst us; blankets of white, seeking food will be a chore, but HE who created the earth will provide; for THOSE who seek with an Un righteous heart..
I seek and GIVE to HIS heart to others in private as THAT is what HE taught; in my own way with out fear of judgement..
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