In tranquility (the state of being free from disturbance; calm), in serenity (the state of being calm, peaceful, untroubled), in repose (a state of rest, sleep, or tranquility) I find You in the chamber where with rich hospitality in Your voice, You said, “Come in!” I found abundance of fresh, flowing, mountain water to drink my fill from. I laid back on carpets of softest grasses and gazed into the sun soaked skies of blue and white, cut through with golden rays of warmth and repose. Aw………this birth place of my soul—returning, returning, returning friends.
Gorgeous canopies cover like mother. Mountains jute up with protective force and strength like father. Copious (abundant in supply or quantity) birds flutter in gentle serenity. Gentle melody fills and falls as raindrops crisp the air in springtime. I feel exactly as a baby drinking the warm milk, or a soft, safe child at her father’s feet and under her mother’s arm. Repose, serenity, safety; this is where I live and the notions come to me like the waters lap the shoreline, like with sureness, with abundantly more, with gentle tenderness, with purposes, with fun and frolic. This is childhood at any age; being a child of God.
