there is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind
wishing to find this place
tuning out the noise that surrounds
yearning for a prolonged, noiseless pause
in the sound of sheer silence,
be still and know He is God.
