Treasure Island

L C Vieira

(Lisbon, Portugal)

Secret Place


Where is that Secret Place
that I may rest
beneath the Shadow's
wing and breast?

When is that time
to tear away
from all distractions'
easy sway?

How shall I find
that throne of grace,
the Mercy Seat,
my ransomed place?

There fear and longing
break apart;
new life begins,
the Artist's art.

But where?

The thunder shakes 
my questions' calm
to guide me to
the ancient psalm.

And here - 
as if unlocking fate
I slip inside
the narrow gate

with lighter step
and freer pace,
in one hand, prayer,
the other, faith.

Outside the rising
wind and dark,
and raging water
seal their mark -

but cannot steal
this Secret Place
that holds all things
in time and space.

Here whispers speak
and more is heard
than all the songs
of forest birds.

Within these wings
of Love's caress,
beneath the Shadow
of His breast,

Here in this Place
of fearless rest
I'm face to Face,
as one who's blessed.

(ref. Psalm 91)

Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

A middle-of-the-night thunderstorm and cicadas chirping in my cabin reminded me of my favorite Psalm (91) through difficult times.

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