On a recent visit to Virginia, I had time for a bit of Appalachian Mountain exploration. Tucked in a valley between forested slopes I found a pond. The hushed serenity of still water and majestic pines touched my soul. Now, back to routine and life’s business, I long for the peaceful vistas of the mountains. I treasure the memory of moments spent there in solitude and often return in thought to that bucolic place.
Wildwood pool collected sweet,
sheltered here in forest deep.
Among the reeds your secrets meet
as morning dew begins to weep.
Placid waters still reflect
serene statues’ outstretched arms.
Gentle shadows now protect
velvet fawns’ gracious charms.
Seasons turn upon this mirror
resting under ridges’ steep ascent,
a private place devoid of fear
where beast and blossom rest content.
Destiny’s hand led me here today
teaching principles I must cultivate.
For others, this pool I will portray,
our Father’s refuge to emulate.