When a day feels a little busy
And there's too many folk about,
I have a secret tender place
Where no one ever knows.
My tender place is a special space
That nobody ever sees,
Where no one says...don't go
Or can you..
If you please.
I sneak off to my little hidey hole
Only when I want to hide,
When I just want to listen
To quiet things inside.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2005
Prayer is talking with God and telling
love Him, conversing with God about all
things that are important in life, both
and small, and being assured that He is
Neil Strait ~