My Own Backyard

Dear Lord, when things get hectic and living seems so hard;

I just go out and sit awhile within my own backyard.

For there it’s quiet and peaceful; beneath the shady trees,

And sunlight through the branches accompanies every breeze.

There are a dozen shades of green designed to please the eye.

Chubby squirrels and hummingbirds, a golden butterfly.

The honeysuckle’s perfume permeates the air,

And though I do not see Him, I know God is there.

The sky so high above my head is an electric blue,

And there are lazy cotton clouds with nothing else to do

But sail across the heavens.  And yet I know that I

Was given hope whose sturdy wings were also meant to fly.

This old world that we inhabit is much the worse for wear.

Beauty fades so quickly and hearts forget to care.

But somehow I’ve discovered within my own backyard

A peaceful sanctuary… in which I find the Lord.

~  by Grace E. Easley

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