I woke up one morning, there was mist on the moor,
then I got this feeling, that I had been here before.
Could I find a happy answer, to what I was about to feel.
The day was sunny and blue, but everything seemed unreal.
Had I been here before, or was I just dreaming,
yet far beyond there was a bright light beaming.
Although the mist blurred my eyes, I could see a far distant view,
a view that I had seen before, but how could this be true.
As the mist started to clear, my mind began to wonder,
then in the distance, I heard a clap of thunder.
Yet still I knew, that I had been here before,
upon this bleak and misty moor.
I remembered the cattle and their young calves,
the scented heather, and the bridal paths,
and cold to touch, were the water streams,
were all these things part of my dreams.
Had I been here before, when I was just a child,
and I had a moorland vision, that was meek and mild.
Had I been here before, when life was grey,
and everything I saw, just faded away.
Now the mist is clear, and my eyes can now see,
clear visions of hope, life and tranquility.
I had been here before, but I had lost my way in life's turmoil,
but now my feet are firmly on God's Soil.
sylvia spencer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/had-i-been-here-before/
