The Places I Love

When I was a child, the world was immense

Each experience so intense

But as I walk through life I see

Perhaps it’s not each place, but me…


The beach which held pirate secrets untold

Promising age-old forgotten gold

Seems to me so distant and gone

When that same beach I now am on.


My grandmother’s house in mountains of snow

Does not mean much without her, you know?

Suppose it is not the places we stay

But our minds recalling another day.


Perhaps those connections mean a bit more

Not tied to places but times before.

And so instead of chasing the past,

Let’s love where we are at last.


As time clicks on its steady beat

I pray the Lord will guard our feet

And stay with us as moments pass

Till we can be together at last.