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Michael Dubina

We need to get away, at times
From life's demanding ways
And find some quiet, little nook
In which to dream or pray;
A small escape from daily trials
That temper joys of life
And burden us with little fears
That add to tears of strife.

A private place where we can be
Alone in God's embrace
And dream, a little; and dwell, a little,
In arms of Holy Grace;
A place to rest our heart and soul
Against what is to be
When we return - to what we left
And what we can't forsee.