The Safe Place

Here I go again,

Into my special Irish place,

Under the covers,

Away from the cold,

Where I am alone  

With you. 

Where the lights are out,

Where the darkness begins,

And at last,

I can pray. 

My body now less important,

And the little pain I felt earlier,

Subsides for a while,

Or at least it feels that way. 

Here, in my special room,

I hide from the noise of it all,

And meet you, Lord, in secret. 

With just one agenda. To be And to love. 

Now, still and unclothed of the world I experience the stillness. 

Where the silence is without agenda,

And my intent is pure. 

I can love.