As the stillness felt and seen on a lake
Breaking out of this forest I stand in aghast
While in there, not knowing what was always here
Waiting to greet me wantonly without a care
I am captivated by what's before me, this place
To stay is not a question, everything gives me answers
Looking on I yield to touch as senses beg me to do so
It is such when I look for too long and in me a wellspring I know
It will always be for me, what's been freely given
This will always be my death knell, for it will lead me
I will pick this, from it comes wisdom, despite expressed commands
Dangers are not what I pitched before, fertile, and well-watered
Is it a land where I was enslaved now free and want to return
Longing for what I see, and thought was good, only to realize it's dust
I'll enter a land where amidst honey and milk, I will bow to all that it produces
Not fully understanding that all I understand will die
All the works of men's hands will fail to fulfill the hope that only satisfies
Then as I look at all that present itself, I will look away to You
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.