There is a place that I go; a garden for my soul.
I rest upon a baptismal rock, with the clearest water
dancing over collected pebbles and my toes.
Birds perform a glorious symphony
of enchanting chirps and haunting calls.
Breezes whisper in my ears as they wisp
through my hair and the tulip poplars.
The sun beams onto my skin, and I know
warmth is a Divine embrace.