Oh take me to a path of blissful peace.
I imagine, or am I there?
For I see a gathering of people, and
feathers softly fan the listeners into
a place of wonderment.
Ah, again a different melody takes me
down a forested dirt road of ancient times.
We arrive with a group listening to a little
silver instrument. Their hearts are smiling
as they take in the miracle of the moment.
Again, the flute plays, and instantly, Iím
looking out over the bow of a majestic sailing
vessel, as the salt spray graces my face.
What glorious journey shall She take us
A few carefully selected notes, and the
journey begins again.
by Scott Bright
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