Content to spend my days

toes dancing on the surface of the water

savoring the juice discovered in a peach

Tall grass communing with the breeze.

Listening to God's afternoon hymn

an applause of flowers

A testimony of colors

Freedom

Silence

I bring it all with reverent hands

and I carry it with me as I leave.

So that at least I know

whenever I close my eyes

that some part of my heaven

                 lies waiting

right there.

    Where I left it.

{I found this today. I wrote it about four years ago. I had just gotten into Armenia, became sick, and realized how hard it was all going to be. To escape my reality I allowed my mind to wander into fields of summer. Thus this poem.}