Wednesday, October 21, 2009

I long for . . .

When I think about my path I think about my dad and how he would find me in my special place in the woods. It had wild violets, a spring, and lots of buds and blooms in the spring. In the fall the earth smell rich and alive and the colors were amazing. I loved that spot and my dad knew it. If he found me sitting there he would walk quietly away so that I could have my special time in that special place.

I long for a place like that now.
One summer my son and I went sailing. I love the peace that the water brings.
I long for a place like that now.
I watched a sunset from the deck of a ship with my children
I long for a place like that now.
I’ve rested on a boat dock in the fall and listened to teens
I long for a place like that now
I’ve been held by friends who love me
I long for a place like that now.
He has walked in the woods with me,
He has sailed with me,
He stood next to me,
He has rested with me,
He has held me.
I long for a place like that for us now

5 comments:

Becky said...

praying for you to find it/them....

chris said...

We all long for a place like that. Don't stop searching!

Kansas Bob said...

I think of those places as oases on our journey Milly.. they seem to appear when we least expect them.. maybe that is why we long for them so.

Barbara(aka Layla) said...

I hope you find that place....

Sweetie Pie said...

Big hug!