I know a place

I know a place

Where one can lounge

And drink a refreshing dew

Where no worry survives

Where no sounds intrude

Where angels on its pathways

At times may be found

And religion is one truth

Where foundation meets clouds;

A place of peace.

It's under mesquite trees

Over their medusan roots

And below the blazing sun

And its omnipotent proofs.

It's by the pale mescals

Under a tender stalk

Between granite boulders

In shades of ochre and chalk

And among the cactus

Where there is silence.