Quiet….it’s not something I hear a lot of around here. Communion at church is quiet, sort of. Aspen trees in the woods are quiet.
Writing is quiet, it’s something that flows out from the words and chaos around me and settles silently onto paper, kind of like this:
In quiet reflection
Faith enfolds,
Hope uplifts,
Love envelopes.
In quiet meditation
Faith is reborn,
Hope is rekindled,
Love shines again.
In quiet prayer
Faith listens,
Hope speaks,
and Love pours out.
-Liese
