by Scot A. Westlake 02./03/02

My soul has been housebound

So into the wilderness I went

And there Myself I found

Away from the things of man

Where time is just a season

Not worn upon my wrist

Far past all rhythm or reason

I bade my children "Look Around!"

For all about us there was treasure

And when we left this sacred ground

What we gained, too great to measure

How empty my soul was when we got there

And how clearly the woods did call my name

And to all this I must now swear

It took away all shame

Embraced by this Gods holy ground

Surely this was his own shinning face

And to this place new life I found

And shed mans whole rat race

"Come forth, come forth!" it bade me on

"For you are welcome here!

Let loose the things of man this day

Ill take away all fear!"

I told my children to go on without me

Then watched them disappear

Then knelt beside the sunlit stream

So in Gods presence near

I spread my arms wide as oak branches

And my heart he then did lift

Thank you Lord for All lifes chances

And for its Wonderous gift