That Other Place

Down through all the mourning years

Fortunately, I have come to find,

Untouched by echoes of recurring fears

This special corner in my mind

Where demons do not come to play

And plague my nights or fret my days

With memories of that bygone fray.

One day, I heard a quiet voice say:

“In this place gloom may not exist;

This is for those who did not die.

There’s no need to sit and list

Comrades for whom we have to cry.”

“Savor the guitar lightly strummed,

Join in the games of pickup ball

And snatches of song softly hummed;

Laze a while on a sandbagged wall.”

“Glittering stars in a black velvet sky,

Blaze like gems in the tranquil night,

And breezes soft as a baby’s sigh

Bear no danger with the fading light.”

Brief those moments may have been

However, they did indeed exist.

Peaceful time spent with friends,

Away from war’s inhuman fist.

So, take the time to search them out

From where you've hidden them away;

They’re still there, without a doubt

Ready to soothe and brighten your day.

Look deep within, I’m sure you’ll find,

Green and bright and dappled with sun,

That peaceful corner in your mind…

I know that God made more than one.

© 2/23/2002 Thurman P. Woodfork

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