Solitude

Ah! To be adrift upon the boundless sea sailing, sailing, sailing! Alone with sea and pristine sky with southerly winds prevailing. No particular destination in mind as upon the surging sea I plod, Nor is there another soul in view as I quietly commune with God! Ah! To be alone at night in the desert pondering, pondering, pondering! I lie to refresh my weary bones after a day of vagabond wandering. Savoring the soothing quietude with gentle zephyrs caressing my face, Gazing heavenward as constellations wink at me from outer space! Ah! To scale the highest mountain where even eagles dare not fly! The precious solitude of it all! I can reach out and touch the sky! Such divine inspiration it brings to this mere mortal's languid soul, As God's Creation beyond is revealed for me to relish and extol! Ah! To amble down a forest path when autumn leaves adorn the trees! Gold and crimson leaves waft about me, stirred by an occasional breeze! I'm awed by The Master Artist's handiwork no mere artist dare portray. This priceless solitude and beauty I shall treasure forever and a day! Ah! To lie 'neath a shade nigh a rippling stream and dream, dream, dream! Watching vagabond clouds scudding across the sky is solitude supreme! I suppose that there are many folks who prefer mingling with the multitude, But I treasure time alone to dream, write and muse in peaceful solitude! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved