Whenever I pause to look back at the times in my life when I was searching for direction, I can’t help but think of Willistead Park in Windsor. This park became a place of discovery for me, and just nine months after writing this poem, I was back home with my family and had made up my mind to become a member of the Roman Catholic church. Without realizing it, nature had brought comfort and the spirit of the season of colour and dramatic change had helped me to follow the path God had arranged.
It is with a heart full of gratitude that I share these words that remind me of the gift of faith I received over fifty years ago.
I wander through the park each day, It’s there I set my soul to play, With dream-filled clouds that float on high, Like pillows in the deep blue sky. A welcome sun peeps through to say His warming word this crisp, fall day; And curled dry leaves spread out to die, As flippant breezes flutter by. I’m sure that God was here today, ‘Twas Him with Whom my soul didst play!