In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Oasis.”
There’s really only one place that I go
When the world closes in on my sanity
And the only thing that keeps me from it
Is my own vanity.
I am grateful to have in my possession
The answer to all my anxiety
So why am I so easily swayed
By the whims of society?
When the troubles of the world
Intrude on my day-to-day,
When I can’t seem to make sense of
The obstacles in my way,
There is a wonderful place I go
The pages crisp, clear, easy to read
Yes, I turn to the Scriptures for help
When I’m finding myself in need.
Where do you go for peace?
A Pocketful of Joy to Fill Your Day
Pocketful of Joy 
Lovely, thoughtful poem, Betty. I know my beliefs are nowhere near as strong as yours, so I can only say that my oasis is the man who has been beside me for over forty four years. I’m not suggesting it’s the same thing by any means, but as I said, my faith is very lacking beside yours.
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At least you have faith in something…and I can’t think of a stronger thing to have faith in than love. 🙂
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My Oasis is in my memories – remembering the love of God and His many blessings of my past that strengthens me and gives me hope in my present and in moving forward to a holy life. {hugs}
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Thanks. But that’s more than memories, because you’re taking them with you and using them!
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I never thought of it that way – good positive way to look at it. 🙂
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Thank you!
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