Comfort

A mourning dove is cooing.  Other birds are singing.  The nearby pond is trickling water.  A slight breeze attempts to soothe me with some coolness this warm summer morning.

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There is lots of shade here too.  I feel comfortable.  Although in the distance I hear vehicles passing, but mostly for now just nature sounds comforting me.

I’ve always wanted to live out in the country, with grasslands and fields, some chickens and maybe ducks in a pond.  I guess this is the closest I’ll ever get to a life in the country.

Sometimes I wonder, if the things and experiences we hope for, at least the good and decent ones, and yet we can never achieve here on earth, might just be what’s in store for us in heaven.

Heaven.  Those country roads will be endless.  Blue skies and a few puffy clouds.  Green pastures with cows munching.  Ducks swimming in ponds.  Chickens pecking at their grain.  Cats and dogs (yes, all my pals from my life) playing and lounging about.  Sweet songbirds in concert, featuring the coos of mourning doves.  Then in the evening, one of my favorite sounds - crickets and tree frogs harmonizing.  Lightning bugs glowing all around.  A full moon illuminates the whole scene.

Oh, to be forever at peace.     Theresa M

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poem by Georganna Hancock, author.
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poem by GL Hancock used with permission.
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