pliable

sometimes we want to hide
to find a place no one can reach us
no cell phone
no other folks around
a place to simply be
the farm we had
i walked the field too many times to count
sometimes the horses would follow me
four dogs around me
deer watching from the deep dense woods
so dense in places it was dark at noon
i prayed a lot of decades of the Rosary walking that field
prayed for family, friends, enemies,myself..
i prayed for my animals, for guidance, for clarity,
but the page has turned
in the book of life
i must look harder for the quiet place
find it in the midst of traffic, cell phones, and the city
in the midst of demands, travel, and loneliness
we humans are pliable
grace needs only a response,
whether we are walking in a field,
or through an airport..
He is faithful.

wkm
nashville