Place me by the arid dunes of the Sahara desert.
Let me watch the cremation of man’s iniquities to man.
Place me at the feet of the north pole,
Let me coil my troubling thoughts
And put them away in the frigid
warehouses of gleaming glaciers.
Place me behind the big screen away from restless newscasters.
Let me shut my eyes and ears away from all that they break which leave the world broken.
Place me by the still lake.
Let me run my hands over the heads of water lilies and calm down my fears.
Place me on a mat
By the mast behind the mire
Of my mind.
Let me watch the wings of joy gliding across the cool and vast foyer of space.
Place me on the nose of the Milky Way.
Let me peep into the play grounds of angels
And free my mind from the little things that consume our world.
Place my by the foot of the great north gate and let me speak with my universal King alone!