Monday, March 29, 2010

Meet Me There


If the breeze is perfumed with lilac and violet
If the music is an orchestra in the west
If the cushion I sit on is grass soft as velvet
Meet me there, on the porch I love best

My porch may be high on a hill ‘neath a willow
Or down in the valley in a fern-laced berth
It may be a stump in the heart of a forest
Meet me there, tis heaven on earth

The silence is broken perhaps by the whisper
Of a soft breeze sighing in the pines
The filtered sunlight creates mystic shadows
Dancing to the music of nature’s design

Meet me there for a one hour vacation
Where the air is pure as heaven’s breath
Meet me there in the heart of creation
Meet me on this porch, God’s heaven on earth

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Janet Martin

1 comment:

  1. Now I see where your blog name came from. Even in the begining your voice Now I see where your blog name came from. Even in the beginning, your voice was pure.was pure.

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