Rain falls on the gazebo roof
and murmurs gently
in the surrounding forest
I sit here with the stone lion
who gazes with undivided attention
into the nearby woods
as if expecting Aslan
I admire his silence
and try to cultivate interior quiet
attuning my ears to the soft sounds
of bird calls and frog chatter
sounds of my youth
unchanged and immortal
The baby sleeps warmly on my chest
snuggled beneath the nursing cover
I sigh and he echoes me
heart to heart
imitating me even in his sleep
A tiny spider throws his rope onto my iPad
and hangs out with me while I write
Today even a spider
is delightful
Just East Of Crazy Land 
So nice to feel the quietness of your self enjoying the stillness of nature. I pray for the whole world to have this peace.
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Thank you! A beautiful prayer! 💕
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Very peaceful, and beautiful.
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Thank you! Thought of you when I saw the lion because of your old gravatar!
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Smiles. Peace and blessings to you and your family!
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🙂 yes.
Thank you for sharing your poetry, Anna!
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Thank you, Grace! So happy you like it!
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