Thy Kingdom Come . . .

I lay me down in rolling green meadows with gentle streams flowing nearby. Tall, strong trees tower in the distance where birds sing their day song, and flowers are in full bloom. Azure sky canopies above me while soft clouds float in the sea of blue. Mountains lay silently on the far horizon, and I hear your voice whisper in the warm, soothing breeze.

Deer prance through the wood while squirrels scamper on the forest floor. Barely audible, angels sing as the tall, lush grass sways back and forth in rhythm. There is peace here. Complete serenity in place of the cacophony of the world left behind. Here your sovereignty is felt in absolute tranquility, where there is no room for fear.

The fresh scent of new life fills the air, wild and free, inviting, intoxicating. Majestic stallions gallop across the hillocks as luminescent spits frolic and play, and your joyful laughter rings in my ears. I smile. There is contentment here. There is rest, and my soul is refreshed. Here in this place I am the child once more, and this would be a dream except that it is so real.

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20 thoughts on “Thy Kingdom Come . . .

  1. I love the imagery you painted here, Jonathan. And the eomtions this piece evokes – comforting, peaceful, soothing . It makes me want to dream too, to go to that quiet place where my soul can find peace. This is beautiful. 🙂

      1. With your marvelous talent to capture the sphere, I am right there with you!
        Fortunately, I have access to a similar place you described and my dogs and I enjoy it as often as we can 😉
        XxX

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