There Is A Place I Go To

Religious

There is a place I go to

Where whispers boom in subtle tones, though heard not by an idle ear

And rivers flow while standing still, and carve not canyons through the years

Where skies exhale tremendous breath, though stir not leaves upon the tree

And rest unspoiled throughout all time, with strength replenished endlessly

Where the sun shall rise and set all day, to eyes un-ceased with sight

And darkness brings not worried thought, and subtly blends with light

Where spirits drift, as soft snowflakes, and light upon my skin

And as they loose my fettered soul , they set afloat again  

Where Holy Ghosts proceed in Faith, the Father and the Son

And gardens grow where prophets stood, an Eden for each one

Where Samuel rests while Eli speaks, and Aaron takes my hand

And leads me to a Holy Bush un-scorched upon the land

Where Shadrach has un-girthed his loins, by faith maintained un-singed

And Paul has written many times, and lists me amongst friends

Where Daniel soothes the lion brood, and commands me to stay brave

And Elijah brings me in to rest, within Mt. Carmel’s caves

Where Peter calls me out by name in search of my account

And leads me to three Holy Men aligned upon the Mount

Where Jesus walks and guarantees that all my needs are met

And I can sit and hear him speak in the groves of Olivet

Where I am young in heart and mind, and have not thoughts of pain

And Noah walks beside my path, and shelters me from rain

Where Abram’s faith we all possess, and bring forth tribes of Kings

And John has chosen ‘ME’ to show, a multitude of things

Where James has sent a simple note, delivered by a dove

And what it says in four brief words, “Remember to Show Love”

Where “Whither thou goest, I will go”, is the message of the day

And I take the time to laugh in joy, as Cain and Abel play

Where calm has come, the trumpets’ blare has given way to peace

And Joshua, the Son of Nun, can finally rest his feet

Where Job shall knock upon my door, a smile highlights his face

And the Curtain torn reveals the world as one large Holy Place

Where Jacob’s ladder guides the way, directly to the throne

And I can wrestle with the Angels, when we are left alone

Where Prodigal Sons shall all come home, and Prodigal Daughters too

And John the Baptist lays us under, to heal the family wound

Where Solomon can call my name, and I shall heed his call

And stand in line to place my stone, within the Temple Wall

Where blessed by God to stitch upon the Tabernacle Tents

And pitch these all across the land in new-found covenants

Where Michael need to argue not, the nature of my soul

And only words confessed in Christ, eternally shall flow

Where Ezra prays, not self-abased, for holiness is sought

And we can visit synagogues where Christ the Child once taught

 Where I can help to spread the Word, suppressed by brewing hate

And calm the crowd, extend my hand, lead Stephen from his fate

Where breath is felt upon my nape, as Gabriel passes by

And faith renews abundant life, and joy can make me cry

Where alone I am, when I choose to be, unburdened once tears are shed

This is the place I like to go, this place within my head

 

-          K.L. Wince