God, I thank you for the place where no one goes but you and I;
for the secret field, the tree, the rock, the corner in the house
where I may go  and find myself again and, in finding me, find you.

What longed-for-peace creeps in upon my heart, when hidden in this secret place,
I listen to the silence and shortly lose that tightness that held me fast,unhappy and afraid

In time I find I can look around at your quiet things,
the leaf so very near my head, the lines on the board beneath my feet, or the bird that scolds a bit because I am here, and flies away.

And when I’ve looked at those a while and rested in the hush, I know that you are near and I can find myself again.