\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/a> <\/strong><\/p>\n

Sometimes when I am troubled<\/strong>
\nI wander through the photo albums of my mind<\/strong>
\nTo places of peace and love.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I lie near the pine of our old backyard,<\/strong>
\nIn the tall early morning grass,<\/strong>
\nJust after dew tears have dried,<\/strong>
\n\u00a0Watching mountains of marshmallow clouds drift by.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I sit on the deck of an Idaho cabin,<\/strong>
\nWhere I gaze at magnificent pines,<\/strong>
\nAnd observe busy chipmunks,<\/strong>
\nAs they open brown seeds for lunch<\/strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I watch the flames of a campfire<\/strong>
\nMelt from dancing yellow and orange,<\/strong>
\nTo a red, red glow, and<\/strong>
\nSlowly expire into flickering black embers and white ash.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I rock a baby,<\/strong>
\nFeel a soft cheek against my neck,<\/strong>
\nThe pressure of dainty feet upon my leg,<\/strong>
\nA tiny hand curling round my little finger.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I perch in the sheltering rocks of a windy beach,<\/strong>
\nSee the white caps forming at sea,<\/strong>
\nWatch Roger playing with the children on the shore,<\/strong>
\nSmell the salt and hear the gulls.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I gaze from a schoolroom window,<\/strong>
\nAt the oaks and pecans of the woods,<\/strong>
\nListening to the murmur of children,<\/strong>
\nBusy with reading, writing, and painting.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I stroll the temple grounds,<\/strong>
\nPull grass spears from among the flowers beside the walk,<\/strong>
\nSit looking up towards its towers,<\/strong>
\nSense the trumpet\u2019s soundless plea for peace<\/strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Remembering through each scene,<\/strong>
\nKnowing how I have been understood and loved,<\/strong>
\nFeeling the Spirit wash my heart in a quiet hush,<\/strong>
\nThen, in the stillness, the calmness, <\/strong>
\nthe silence, comes serenity.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Cerita M. Hewett<\/strong>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0July 12, 2009<\/strong>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0(revised 2014)<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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