Old Places

I long to go to old places
Where fences are broken down
Where people once were
Yet they do not visit anymore
I want to sit on the porch of a house
Whose living room was long ago taken
by a tree
I want to swim in nostalgia that is not
my own

Then I want to take this peace
This quiet away from the buzz
of radio waves and wifi
I want to take that silence that
resounds with the natural praise
of God
I want to show it to myself and
to all
Who would hear and see this glorious

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