I know a place of silence

I know a place of silence
Where one can roam about –
Touch the height of peace
And watch the morning crown.
It’s a place well-hidden –
Where no worry survives –
Where no thoughts break in
And living hope abides –
Where seraphs may be found
And joy is my raiment –
Where clouds meet the ground
And keep the dewy haven.
It’s under mesquite trees –
Over their medusan roots
And in mellow sun rays
And their assuring proofs.
It’s by the pale mescals –
Under some tender stalk –
Between granite boulders
In shades of ochre and chalk
And among the cactus
That you’ll find the place.

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