Much noise surrounds.
Let words be few.
Sit. Listen. Chew.
Then hear the sounds
of trees and birds.
Sit. Breathe. Release.
And taste the peace
too deep for words.
There is no fire.
Stop the alarms.
You’re held by arms
that cannot tire.
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Thankyou Steven; perfect poetry for an imperfect time.
Few words. Amazing depth.
Thank you for this, Steven.
Thank you, Steven. Your words are now on my desk, where they can be reread often.
Thanks, Steve. Maybe a time to remember —“Be still and know that I am God”
Words of truth. Thanks for sharing