I often seek a quiet place where weeping willows nod,
Where I can leave the world behind and seek the voice of God.
I dare not speak while I am there for this is holy ground,
And yet God hears my silent prayer and there’s no need for sound.
I feel the sun upon my face, the wind upon my hair,
And He who holds the stars in place renews my spirit there.
I hear the trickle of the stream, the buzzing of the bee,
And I’m awake throughout the dream that He reveals to me.
My senses let me know He’s there, unseen — yet face to face,
Bound by faith and love and prayer in my holy, quiet place.
~ Clay Harrison
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Beautiful! I love this.
Thank you! It really clicked with me, too.
I love this poem! In fact, I really enjoy reading all of your Sunday poems. Wherever do you find them week after week?
I just got 2 more poetry collections from the book sale because my poetry collections were running dry. I’m constantly on the lookout for good poems!
Great poem. Its true that you can seek the voice of God in a quiet place. I really enjoy reading your poem.
I agree that the quiet seems to bring me closer to God. Thank you.