My Oasis

        
     
As I drive down the long and winding road    
that carries me to my door,      
I gaze upon    
green grass,      
blue skies    
trees that wave in the breeze....    
     
...my eyes fix upon the heavens      
and think “how blessed am I”    
     
Knowing that I    
I may not be rich    
but neither am I poor    
each and everyday I am    
blessed with the strength to endure    
the snares    
the traps      
and life's many tricks....    
     
...home is in the heart    
not inside mortar, wood and brick    
     
and yes, sometimes my pockets    
are filled with lint    
the bills get paid and all the money is spent    
     
…..but it's ok; I thank my maker just the same    
     
bowed on bended knee    
I lift up his name.....    
….with not one wince      
of remorse nor shame    
     
none shall ever cast doubt.....    
     
...upon my oasis    
my temple of peace    
I can close the doors to    
life's insanity    
Cool, comfortable, content    
a place of solitude    
where I find complete release......    
     
…..and I speak to the plight      
of the countless thousands    
who are not as fortunate as I    
They fill the shelters    
sleep in cars    
on the dangerous streets,      
their children cry  
In the cold of winter,  
many of them die   
     
that could have easily been you or I..yet the creator did not allow...    
     
      
...such a fate upon my existence,    
misery, anguish, struggle and strife    
and I humbly bow    
and give thanks to my God each and everyday, each and every night.........    
     
...for this little piece of heaven on the hill,      
and the myriad of blessing that enhance this    
man's life....    
     
...my Oasis