Finding Peace: December Writing Prompts

Walking through the forest alone,

Listening to the birds singing as I went,

I felt a weight drop from my heart,

But I did not know what it meant.

There between the clover and the dampened earth,

I heard a still small voice speaking to me.

“Regina, I know your name and you are mine,”

Said the One who loves me so dearly.

Oh, what peace it brought to my hurting heart

That seemed broken beyond all repair.

So, I go to the forest when trials come,

Knowing I will meet my Comforter there.

Written for the December Writing Prompts from Putting My Feet in the Dirt: Between the clover and the dampened earth.