Beautiful Land - written for the Lighthouse Hospice Volunteers

Only give me some

space - be it ever so small -

to lay my head and ponder.

Only give me some

space - be it ever so tiny -

to sit myself and stare.

The place

where one piece of land

meets another -

ALMOST.

The space

where one mountain

reaches itself down and out

toward the upward slope of another -

ALMOST.

There is a river

there that runs between

the between of that

place.

There is an echo

there that bounces

off the mountain walls.

It is in that great space

of the between

you tilled the earthy

loam of compassion.

It is in that expansive place

of the echo

you planted tender

seedlings of giving.

The purpling shadows

of the dawn-rise mist

drape the moistening

soil and feed the

youngling trees.

The days will wear on

and it will not be long

before the trees you

have nursed offer

sheltering shade and

generative seed.

Ponder and stare

- with me -

upon the grove

you have planted;

blossom and leaf

are soon to bud.

Come into this

valley of tenderness

and gentle giving;

find repose

among the spreading

limbs and cold running

water.

This place is of your

own creating.

This space is of your

own design. 

This is where you 

shall find your "you".

Only give me some

space - be it ever so small -

to lay my head and ponder.

Only give me some

space - be it ever so tiny -

to sit myself and stare.

The place

where one piece of land

meets another -

ALMOST.

The space

where one mountain

reaches itself down and out

toward the upward slope of another -

ALMOST.

There is a river

there that runs between

the between of that

place.

There is an echo

there that bounces

off the mountain walls.

This beauty is yours;

this beauty is

you.

Image is a Vintage Postcard from my collection