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When all have left, I listen. Nothing but the wind of my breath, exhale of the trees greet my ringing ears. I find myself in silent solitude. In the echoing silence of the night I open my mouth to speak but stop short, afraid to shatter this bliss. Tears begin to trickle down from my closed eyes as I begin to feel. To feel Him. Here, now, quietly, whisperly, when all have left, I feel Him
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
When all have left
When all have left, I listen. Nothing but the wind of my breath, exhale of the trees greet my ringing ears. I find myself in silent solitude. In the echoing silence of the night I open my mouth to speak but stop short, afraid to shatter this bliss. Tears begin to trickle down from my closed eyes as I begin to feel. To feel Him. Here, now, quietly, whisperly, when all have left, I feel Him
This is a poem about the sort of peace that comes after a busy and chaotic day. When you sir in the dark and feel a slow and subtle Peace come in.
#peace#god
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
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