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Written, June 23, 2025
For the International Contest, 1392
Sponsor, Brian Strand

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often, I find my sweet s o l i t u d e in a holy place a sacred place- a safe haven and REFUGE and sometimes, it is in nature I find a temple of trees the seclusion f a l l i n g on my SOUL like a green cloak in my dreams- I can build a fortress a secret hideaway where I create MY own safe SPACE a shady r e s t i n g place beyond a rose arbor

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Lin Lane

Date: 6/23/2025 8:57:00 AM

Your mention of a temple of trees sounds like a reverent place to me, Constance. Years ago, while walking through the redwood forest near San Francisco, I felt as if I was standing upon hallowed ground. Thank you for many things, kind friend.

Nancy Kaufman

Date: 6/23/2025 8:28:00 AM

Dear Constance, Your words are so soothing. "it is in nature I find a temple of trees, the seclusion falling on my soul like a green cloak". Beautiful and timely penning. Best wishes in your contest.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 6/23/2025 7:57:00 AM

We can all use those places of solitude and beauty, a place to rest our head on Jesus’s lap, to be quiet, hear the birdsong, feel the breeze, to be still and know “that He is God.” Hugs! This is a beauty!