© 2011 Randolph D Brown Jr

There’s a place I go,
  where no one else could know,
snowflakes so brilliant bright,
  squeezing my eyes so very tight;
to distant lands I travel,
  amazing, majestic wonders I marvel,
could this really, truly be,
  or just my imagined reality.

When falling all around
  maddening, hitting the ground,
wet liquid, resembles rain,
  feels more like abysmal pain;
why then, do I not fear,
  could be, cause he’s near,
a sanctuary in my dream,
  to me, so real, I made it seem.

Floating high, soft white cloud,
  sounds muffled, not loud,
never a scratch, break, nor tear,
  no evil in the dark to fear;
faraway lands, seas, white shore,
  seeing forever, seeing much more,
for hours upon hours, pure peace,
  desperately wishing, no cease.

This place I go, when I need,
  to God in heaven, I do plead,
harmony, solace, most I seek,
  make me humble and meek;
mold me, shape me into the man,
  for your glory, do all that I can.