At the End of it All

There is a vision which sustains me,
plans made in my mind when the
juggling of life priorities takes its toll.

There is a hope, an intent for the struggle
to facilitate the escape, for the needs
of the present to be sent to the past.

There is a place near running water,
hidden deep in the country, where the strands
connecting life to stress are severed.

There is abundant time in this place,
time to write of walks in the woods,
time to embrace a state of grace.

There is an aspect of bliss in this dream I pursue,
and in the pauses between stress and demands
there is a vision which sustains me.

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