Draw nigh, weary child,
Find shelter, rest, shade.
Let’s muse on the wild,
The places you’ve strayed.
Summon up a stream,
River, brook, creek, rill.
They flow where they dream,
Bring life where they spill.
Evoke clouds, wind, light –
Observers on high.
Not earthbound. In flight!
Bear witness; pass by.
Tarry. Soon you’ll go,
See the world, explore.
Now — this season — no.
Be still. Be restored.
~ Camp Host Chad
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