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.
