Mental Meadow
Posted On September 26, 2012
Mental Meadow
There were thorns along the pathway
And blow-downs I must pass
As lightning lit the night sky
A torrential rain morass,
There were pitfalls ‘long the portage
Past the rapids and the falls
And all along the valley
Where the forest formed the walls,
There seemed to be no happiness
No joyful midday noon
No sunshine. roses, blossoms
And dark clouds hid my moon,
In the silence of the shadows
No song birds to be found
Thistles, nettles, alders
And slippery rocks for ground,
But then – a mental meadow
And a smooth, though narrow, trail
I turned back to my beginnings
And … Creator doesn’t fail!
There were thorns along the pathway
And blow-downs I must pass
As lightning lit the night sky
A torrential rain morass,
There were pitfalls ‘long the portage
Past the rapids and the falls
And all along the valley
Where the forest formed the walls,
There seemed to be no happiness
No joyful midday noon
No sunshine. roses, blossoms
And dark clouds hid my moon,
In the silence of the shadows
No song birds to be found
Thistles, nettles, alders
And slippery rocks for ground,
But then – a mental meadow
And a smooth, though narrow, trail
I turned back to my beginnings
And … Creator doesn’t fail!
D.C. Butterfield
