In The Absence of Quiet
Rain, as it falls gently on leaves
The sigh of a new born as she lays sleeping
A brook ripples as you sit by your campfire
October wind
There was a time
When the world was new
When the first sound was
The first sound
Dearth of quiet
Is absence of peace
No safe haven
To reflect on blessings
You cannot hear Him
His words lost
In the clatter
Of our so called lives
Seek out the hidden places of your heart
The wood is fine
All creatures great and small
Welcome you
Be at peace
You are
Home
T Henry
March 28, 2012
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