Here I am-

in my quiet place

resting, dreaming, thinking, singing,

discovering me.

Resting here-

in my quiet place

clearing away needless worries,

becoming free.

Dreaming here-

in my quiet place

filling my mind with fantasy,

the me I'd like to be.

Thinking here-

in my quiet place

thinking thoughts never before thought,

original to me.

Singing here-

in my quiet place

soaring above to mundane of life,

home is a hard thing
to find
a soft place
to fall into
a dream
like a cloud in the sky
white on blue
where the sun shines through
to my heart
as it winds its way
over the landscape
of this sojourn
unwinds its strings
seventy times seven
moves on again
driven to a
home, a safe place
to land
a promise
of belonging
to give you a name
and a strength at your back
like the wind
on the mountaintop
drives you until
you fall into that place