Staid solitude and silence lend me ease from mind’s congestion, tongue’s propensive burl toward chatter’s looping, irritating whirl— exchanging dervish dust for bonny breeze. My soul may sing and soar from quiet’s nest or sit in stillest calm without weight’s care within the waiting, because God is there who knows me, hears me, grants me sweeping rest. The Everlasting God, the LORD o’er all who understands me, loves me with no end— most faithful, fervent Confidante and Friend— pervades the sweet quiescence with His call, “Here in My peace, come find your heart’s desire. Serene in Me, soul catches My love’s fire.”
Let's raise our glass to the many and the few and far between two stools waiting at the bar with contaminated peanuts for company and an empty beer mat ready for the happy hour rush. And only the lonely truly know hurt only makes you stronger and the truth of needing a glass of something stronger still.
started playing with idioms and ended in a quiet bar
Inchoate truth, No, you are not yet real, How quiet you are inside, As though I'm seeing but not hearing a family through a window, Oh, my very own inchoate truth, It would not do to love you, It is not yet love that will see your arrival into the world out there.