Quiet Peaceful Birds sing No honking No shouting No bargaining, fighting, children screeching… Alone Isolated Solitary No internet No zoom calls No email, lists, or forms to fill Here in the quiet I’m faced with empty moments I like it I don’t like it His presence Fills the space Enriches the silence Calls to me … will I follow into further quiet? Or will I fill the time with lesser, emptier things?
Kat
Dawn lays upon the land like a benediction Distant hills are etched in purple against the pastel sky Pristine New made Pure. Breathe it in
I had been in this descending tunnel with Him before. It was dark, rough-hewn, marks of its working still visible on the stone walls. We
Did He say, when contemplating Incarnation, “Father, I go, of My own will, true. Yet I cannot help feel that You send Me away.” Did
I love the various colours of life. They bring such vibrancy and joy. I have found that God is the Source of all the colours that make life worth living.
