The Quiet Place

come away with me
He whispers
first light stirs
walking through the sleepy grass
up to the lonely hill
with one rugged tree
overlooking the lake
wide awake
northern lights in His eyes
morning unfolding
gracefully unfurling
dawn yawns
birdsong swirling in the air
He smiles at me like
the rising sun invading through
the clouds
we are living a prayer of love
our quiet place

lovisenla
Thilixu, Dimapur