While all the world is warring
And storms blow over,
Stop, still scarring lives,
I unwrap sweet gift of resting
Unworthy as I am
In a cabin, boxed small peace
Made in part by hands of man
The one that loves me
Still, like embers in this fire here
In the cabin in the woods
Warm like fingers of the flame
Dancing like the ballerinas in Swan Lake
So graceful draping
Over logs in gentle beauty
Warm and wild.
And still and quiet are loud and thick
Like dense gray fog if she could speak
Peace envelopes in the quiet
And comfort blankets me in love, such peace.
I tuck my heart up in this place and soak
My soul in silence.
And there is warring in my soul
Only at the time of leaving.
But peace is carried off from here
While worlds away are hard at war
It’s tucked in memory in my pockets
For my treasured keeping.
He restores, rebuilds
Our love
We stare, we lie
In rest, repose.
Stilled, our souls by calm
And ready to return from this
Boxed gift
Sweet love in silence
Saved and savored
In the cabin in the woods.
Joining Deidra
elizabeth w. marshall 
the cabin looks wonderful. hope you rest and are renewed.
May your Thanksgiving be wonderful and filled with graciousness and joy. And yes a bit of rest is an amazing gift. I am counting for I am grateful.
“Be still and know that I am God”: He knows only too well our need for retreat and renewal.
Thank you for your visit, your wisdom and your encouragement.
oh wow… wish I was there too to rest, regroup and revive my hurting heart.
Oh sweet friend, I am sorry your heart is hurting. So so sorry. May you heal whole and fast.
Beautiful, Elizabeth. We too have a cabin in the wood, where my soul can breathe. ~Di
Yes it is a place to breathe. No electricity but lots of warmth and deep breathing. I long to return, as you must likely do too, sweet Di. Still dreaming of coffee one day.
just lovely…we get to use a friends cabin every once and a while….oh such a sweet …sweet gift it is…a little piece of heaven….blessings to you and so glad you got this gift of rest~
It feels on the brink of heaven. Thank you for having joy for me in this time, friend. I feel it and I am grateful. So grateful.
Love that the loud thick quiet enveloped you in peace so that you can now become the change in the world. Can we go there together one day, friend?
Such lovely contrasts wrapped in this place, Elizabeth. I especially love this line:
But peace is carried off from here
While worlds away are hard at war
It’s tucked in memory in my pockets
For my treasured keeping.
Praying peace continues with you long after you’ve left. Thank you for the gift of peace you give here.
Happy Thanksgiving, you sweet one. Thankful for you. You constantly feed my spirit with all good stuff. Looking forward to The Ornament though not ready for all the frenzy that is the holidays. Let’s feed each other peace.