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[title] => Where I find My Peace
[time] => 2010-06-30 12:41:26
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[bodytext] => I sit on the Rock and watch the stars so bright And listen to the waves as it rushes on to the sand Feeling the breeze that blows on my face, and ripples through my hair Feeling surrounded by Gods beauty The beauty of the dark night sky with the moon that lights it with a subtle hint of romance I see the boats sitting still in the water as the bells clang from the breeze I see the couples filled with love as they embrace each other while taking in the breathtaking view Its amazing what the warm breeze that brushes your skin can make you feel The feeling of being in a different place and a different time Feeling as though your cares and worries can be carried away with the wind as it rushes by The breeze rushes past with the smell of the grass and trees and leaves nostalgic feelings of summer childhood days Memories of when times were easier Times when our only concern was finishing homework Or Getting in before the street lights went on Times when our biggest priority was to play outside and see our friends Times were easier then and seem so rushed now The summer childhood days are replaced with work And the things that we were never concerned about is now our main concern Now sitting and feeling the warm breeze is a luxury of time spent Time that is not our own Time we steal out of our daily life, of rushing to do all the things we routinely do The time to stop and take in the beauty created by our creator is not a luxury we can afford anymore To see the sights that stop us in our tracks Like the orange, purplish sunset that we only get to see as we drive on the highway to our destination Or looking above at the soft white billowy clouds that remind us of childish shapes and characters The small pleasures of life we take for granted are the small non materialistic things I enjoy I sit on a rock on a high mountain like hill that gives a view of the horizon that's majestic This is now my simple pleasure that I, though rarely, enjoy but am still grateful for the small things in life that bring peace to my soul This, Gods Beauty, Gods wonders, in such an unlikely place brings peace to my soul and I want to get lost in the breeze that brings me this peace That breeze that feels like Gods caress on my face.. The breeze that feels like God wrapping me in his arms telling me “Rest in the peace I provide my child”.. vr2776, unless you want this to be your last poem posted here, help keep this site remaining INTERACTIVE. Please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit. As of this post, you have posted 28 poems and have 19 interactive comments. You must leave 10 interactive comments BEFORE posting another poem. Preferably more but ten will be the minimum. Number of poems per author per 24 hours are limited depending on membership level and interactivity. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 303 [topic] => 44 [informant] => vr2776 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
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