
plant me, if you will, in the wide open, in the field of possibilities
where fingertips can touch and sometimes do
where the wind blows between affectionate differences exposing a consoling contrast and ordinary sense of peace
let me have in my view the strong and steady place where He is home and all is well
where barn doors slide open and shut and by grace I find myself received quietly on the threshold
where in a temporary opening I behold the wonder inside
— Julie Ann Stevens