Beyond the reach of man’s destructive grasp,
Far from the outskirts of humanity,
There is a meadow.
Nestled tightly in God’s hands,
Cradled within His gentle grasp,
It is shared with all who care enough to open their eyes.
Not just to see, but to experience,
To appreciate, to feel the blessed serenity.
If you really see, nature’s beauty
Takes its true form.
Its rivers soothe your soul,
Its skies ignite hope,
Its winds whisper to you.
A secret, a secret to you alone.
The words bring a smile to your lips,
And you feel separated from yourself,
But connected to the earth.
You let your gravity slip away
As you become one with the meadow... Suspended in His hands.
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