Psalm 11

I have flown, not to a mountain,
but a small village
out of space and time.
To a home, a cottage
of such charm and exquisite nature
to cause all who enter
to become enchanted by its Self

How grateful to live my remaining years
in a place where love envelops
like tall trees surrounding its garden

This is the place I was called,
drawn from across the country
to the beginning of my ending.

How fortunate am I.

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