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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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on Nov 9th, 2008 at 1:11 pm
Beautiful! I love this.
Thank you! It really clicked with me, too.
on Nov 11th, 2008 at 11:35 am
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!
on Nov 14th, 2008 at 11:56 pm
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.