Where the Spirit Finds Peace
In the first light of dawn’s gentle breath,
I walk a path where ancient whispers dwell.
The earth, soft as a mother's lullaby,
Holds secrets of the past in every stone and dell.
A calm wind sings through cedar and pine,
Carrying old songs of healing and grace,
As the quiet river winds its endless course,
Reflecting the sky's tender, sacred face.
Here, each step is a prayer, a soothing hymn,
Where the soul is cradled by nature’s soft art.
In silence and stillness, the spirit finds home—
A sanctuary of peace deep within the heart.
In this timeless embrace of sun and shade,
I let go of worry, letting ancient calm increase;
For in this land of quiet promise and mystery,
The spirit awakens, and all is filled with peace.
Artist: Richard Shorty
