Two voices, one sanctuary—where stillness gathers and the heart steadies.
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Introduction:
These two poems unfold around the same quiet cabin set among trees, flowers, and open air. In “Breathing in Beauty,” Elizabeth writes from the garden behind the cabin, where color, scent, and stillness gather in a gentle embrace. In “Along the Lake’s Edge,” Adam walks the path leading from the cabin toward the water, following the line where forest and lake meet in evening calm. Together, the poems create a shared landscape of rest and renewal, each offering a different way of stepping into peace.
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"Breathing in Beauty"
by Elizabeth Scott (Songbird0926)
The softest scents drift through the open window,
calling my name,
longing for my company.
I step through the cabin's back door
and into a world of brilliant colors
blending together,
the light perfume of beauty
enveloping me in a gentle hug.
Watercolors for my soul
sway in the slight breeze,
turning their heads patiently
towards the sun
yet reaching arms towards me,
like small children wanting to be picked up.
I slowly breathe in the stillness around me,
thankful for the peace present here.
Sun, sky, flowers -
my heart steadies as I feel
the calm in the air
and see
colors touch the sky
with wonder,
giving me hope for tomorrow,
and I know
I'm finally home.
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“Along the Lake’s Edge”
By Adam Wojcicki (VerseBuster)
The cabin settles behind me
as I step into the hush of evening,
following the narrow trail
that winds between pine and water.
The lake lies open and unhurried,
a sheet of silver breathing
with the soft rise of wind.
Shore‑grass leans toward the ripples,
whispering in small, patient voices.
I walk slowly,
letting the quiet gather around my shoulders—
the scent of cedar,
the cool drift of air from the water,
the steady rhythm of my own steps
on the soft earth.
Branches tilt toward the fading light,
catching the last gold of the sun,
and the path curves gently
as if guiding me forward
without asking anything in return.
Here,
between forest and lake,
I feel the day loosen its grip.
The colors soften,
the world exhales,
and something inside me settles too,
a quiet knowing
that this place holds room for me.
And I walk on,
unhurried,
at peace,
carrying the calm of the cabin
into the deepening dusk.
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