How did you know of my secret spot,
the place I get away and talk to God .
With mockingbirds singing and the brook babbles so,
it's a place in heaven on earth you know,
God knows I will be there for it soothes my soul.
to see the sunrise and set while sitting on the knole.
Fishing pole cast into the water I then sit and pray,
for it's in heaven I am fishing for my answers today .
The water so clear it's breathtaking you see,
for I can see the fish and they can see me.
I listen to the song as Gods breeze runs his fingers through the leaves,
and I know Im in heaven and Gods right next to me.
Some people go to church every sunday and I go some times,
that is except those days when God whispers I will meet you on the river side.
Right next to the old sycamore dancing above the water twisted roots bare ,
and bring a friend to show them love and help them become aware.
Author notes
I hope you like my poem and I so love the picture for it is identical to where I fish on the weekeneds
A contest entry
- Semi Quickie contest by Reptile Lady by Reptile Lady.
700 points, ended October 23, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Aw a wonderful piece
Brings nature, love, friendship and god into our lives as he is in yours
Thank you for your entry
Best wishes
Julie
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luv it
ya did a fab poem ere
gd luck in de lovely ladys contest
cheers abe
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Beautiful picture, beautiful poem and a beautiful lady. Perfect.
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Well said
This was just packed with warmth Patty,
you're writes are always inspiring and uplifting you know that.
Good luck to you in the contest
Ken
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A beautiful poem! Everyone needs a place like that to Go and talk with God!
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Your poem is beautiful Stories, and yes I believe God is nearer when one is by the water. It could be a stream, a lake, a river, or the Ocean. It's the stillness and quiet in the early mornings and at evening time. The closeness can be felt.
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Nature has away of doing that to us, bringing us one with the all mighty. Seeing his hand in everything great and small.
and like thes song goes; I walked up the mountain and looked out over the sea. And I stopped and thought;of God.
I walked the whispering forest,not a creature made sound did I hear, a timid fawn was laying there. and I stopped and thought;ofGod.
I walked the busy city, twas built by man and steel, an old one dies a young one cires. andI stopped and thought...........................of God.
The whole idea is that in nature we quickly think of God...but in a busy place we do not.
the song is a little different then I have wrote here, but its the idea I wanted to mention.
Thanks for the read; my friend.
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