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It,s where i often go.
I go there when i,m blue.
One step, two steps, three steps until i reach the door.
I step into that place expecting devine interventions.
It soothes me, it reassures me and fulfills my exp-ections.
I sit and look at the beauty of it all.
The sky, with clouds dazzling of the colors blue and white.
The trees, some small and some big.
The wind, blowing or not blowing, is it not the wind because it does,nt blow.
The bees buzzing.
The birds singing.
The butterflies flying.
The warmth of the sun.
The rain drops.
The smell of freshness after the rain drops and cut-ting of grass.
These things are all in that place, my place that i love to go.
They lift me up when i,m down.
I thank God for these things in that place, my place that i love to go when i,m down.
I sit, listen and look , knowing that my spirit will be lifted up by these things in that place, my place that i love to go.
I,m lifted up, it,s time to go until i return to that place , my place that i love to go.