There is in each of us
A need to escape
To a place where silence mingles with beauty.
Where clarity of mind
Is found in the solitude around.
A place where reality is just what is,
And where you are nothing but yourself...
Where peace and joy dwell
Side by side in perfect accord.
That is the place where rest is found,
And where hope for the weary is reborn.
Fortunate is the one who comes upon this place.
Fortunate is the one who can silence the commotion all around them
And focus their attention
Solely on that still small voice.
For happy shall be our days
And we shall be called "Blessed" by all.
Seek not escape, but refuge,
For that is the fortress
That will weather the storm.
 
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