The Green Places

I withdraw myself to 
deserted places, and 
pray to the Lord my God 
beneath the trees and 
sky with the leaves 
keeping me company and 
small birds on the wing 
chirruping. 
I am there with 
him and he is there 
with me, and I 
need that space and time 
apart from my fellow 
man for they are 
wearing to be within, this 
adulterous generation, they 
tire me so.  I long for 
cool waters and mountain 
snows, not the dry and 
dusty deserts of the 
cities that can 
make the heart barren 
and parch the soul to 
Ruin.  I seek 
green places to 
commune, where my 
God can be heard, 
his still small voice not 
submerged in others' din, 
for few out there 
can truly hear, are 
truly listening.  I like to 
sit and stare at the 
sky, and talk, until 
by and by I am 
filled with good things 
and my soul is healed. 
Only then am I ready to 
wear-out my leather 
sandals in the towns, when 
I come down.

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