A Haven Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
A Haven
Travel to the rocky coast of the Pacific,
To a small village by the redwood trees.
Feel the ocean mist from a bluff; it’s terrific.
Visitors come to enjoy the calming breeze.
Flowers surround the path on the climb.
The view reflects a sense of unaltered time.
The ocean has a soothing rhythm that saves.
Stress dissolves and is caught up in the waves.
From intruding expansion, the land is protected.
This area of California remains free of anxieties.
From mountain to valley, all nature is respected.
Imagine a sanctuary free of industrious societies.
There is something to be said for letting things be.
When a leisurely walk is the objective for the day.
A place where sacred beauty outshines any abbey,
A place where you can touch God’s face and pray.
7/1/06
'a sense of unaltered time' says a lot to me too. With the latest happenings in California I am inclined to think that we are going to have to create our own haven or find a better way of 'letting things be'.
Very beautiful...loved the line ' a sense of unaltered time'....seems to capture the stillness of nature so well!
'a place to touch God's face and pray...' that is why I want to get away!
I always feel closest to God in nature......Some of my best memories in youth was the Church camp I would go to each summer.....deep in the woods...to this day I would rather be camping in the woods then a stiff hotel.....I've been to those cliffs in my youth....you captures it well...thanks for the flashback: O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Flowers surround the path on the climb. The view reflects a sense of unaltered time. The ocean has a soothing rhythm that saves. Stress dissolves and is caught up in the waves. ... Imagine a sanctuary free of industrious societies. There is something to be said for letting things be. When a leisurely walk is the objective for the day. A place where sacred beauty outshines any abbey, A place where you can touch God’s face and pray. I came across this poem of yours from a while back, and couldn't resist commenting - though my comments couldn't do it justice. I think the poem itself says it all. All beautiful and touching. 10+