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Speak To Me

 Stillness

A gentle rustle

A robin sings as he

Lands in front of me.

I wait.

 

Solitude

My choice.

No hustle, bustle nor conversation.

Technology laid aside,

I wait.

 

Peace

Just for a while,

I cut out the world.

My mind is busy.

I sit and I wait.

 

I reflect on nature.

I hear the laughter of children.

Crows caw, pigeons coo.

I look up at a blue sky.

I feel the warm sun.

Perhaps He will speak

Another day.

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