Q
Quiet
The sound that is pure stillness
It is the totally stillness and quiet of the early morning
Or the evening hour when all the lights have been shut off
When all are tucked in to dreamland until the morning light
It is the quiet on the trail heads when I go hiking
When all I hear is the call of nature
The breeze that whispers through the forest
Singing a love song to all who will listen
Quiet is when I get up early
Put on the coffee and sit in the stillness as I say my morning prayers
As I speak and listen to the Father above
It is the time just before a big test.
That quiet of the brains humming with the tapping of the pencil
Wishing the test was over
Knowing that you past
Because you were up all night studying until you fall asleep
With you nose in the book
Quiet is that moment when you are sitting on the edge
Waiting for that perfect moment to scream
To hear the echo of your voice
Across the miles
As it races through the air
Quiet is that moment of time after the baby has cried and cried
Then suddenly there is nothing
But...
That total silence
Knowing the baby is now fast asleep
Quiet is nap time after a long afternoon at the park
Quiet is that moment and space in time when nothing is heard
But the sounds that runs the house
The business
The city
The humming that low pitch sound
The noise of nature
Blissfully living its life
It is the love of being where
I can view nature in its fullness and hear
The love songs of the birds
As they go about their business
Quiet is the evening sunset with the one you love
Where no words are exchanged
But the look and the touch
That says that was beautiful
No words needed
Just that moment of
Perfect love
Peace and quiet
So many things can be found in the quiet and the stillness
Resting in the Father who first loved me
As I write in the late night
With the quietness surrounding me
As I tap the keys
Quietness is wherever I can catch that moment of sanity to regain
My peace of mind.
Where do you find your quietness?
4 comments:
A pleasure to read, a great poem.
Yvonne.
Very nice poem. I find my quietness in the early morning hours.
lovely poem- I find the peace and quiet in our new home is a wonderful blessing. We are so happy here.
Great poem!
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