The Hidden Sanctuary

The Hidden Sanctuary The hammering clouds were raining down upon my head while I trod into this finest glory of Nature's heart I chose not comforting cover but race onward instead seeking deep hidden place of which I shall never part A few hundred steps more I find the bubbling stream with long winding path running by its snaking side This paradise is real and not some mad raving dream Nature's greatest retreat my hidden sanctuary to hide Pouring rain stops as I walk into this old shady glen perhaps a given sign of the magic of the ancient trees Stranger still often happens to lives of mortal men seeking the paradise they cry out for in desperate pleas The towering behemoths that guard the paradise flowers tell me to sit and find the beauty they so kindly give Wile away in worthy thought the soft refreshing hours to embrace one of the blessings of we that love to live Robert J. Lindley, 05-31-2015 Note: Poem is written based upon a spot deep in the woods that truly has some kind of magic healing power. I should know, its healed me several times.