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The Poetry of Grace E. Easley

My Own Backyard

Dear Lord, when things get hectic
And living seems so hard,
I just go out and sit awhile,
Within my own backyard.

For there it's quiet and peaceful,
Beneath the shady trees,
And sunlight through the branches,
Accompanies every breeze.

There are a dozen shades of green,
Designed to please the eye,
Chubby squirrels and humming birds,
... A golden butterfly.
The honeysuckle's perfume,
permeates the air,
And though I do not see Him,
I know that God is here.

The sky so high above my head,
Is an electric blue,
And there are lazy cotton clouds,
With nothing else to do,
But sail across the heavens,
And yet I know that I
Was given hope whose sturdy wings
were also meant to fly,

This old world we inhabit,
is much the worse for wear,
Beauty fades so quickly,
And hearts forget to care.
But somehow I've discovered,
Within my own backyard,
A peaceful sanctuary
... In which I find the Lord.