The grassy bed up on the hill.
Was a place to escape
For my daily thrill.
To go outside away from it all
Was my secret place
With everyone around.
The space alone was under a tree,
With only the lizards to bother me.
You can see the grotto,
Where the priests would pray.
It was a sanctuary,
A place I wanted to stay.
You can call it a meadow, because of the ground
It’s what comes to mind if meadows are to be found.
Yet still if I consider
My Scottish retreat many years ago,
I walked through some meadows,
And never wanted to go home.
The air was very different, from my tropical breeze,
The birds and the sky seemed to envelope me.
Every moment I was able to run wild and free,
Was a moment I rejoiced for the blessing from Thee.
Blessed beyond measure, to discover another secret place,
Made for me by Jesus,
a meadow of grace.
Inspired by a prompt from Eugi’s Causerie .
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