SIX WORD SATURDAY IN 110
"GENTLE, QUIET SILENCE"Seeking holiness of supernatural moments
Go softly, simply within the spirit's depth
And find those precious gifts in gentle, quiet silence
And there it's like the silent whisper smooth
Of snow gliding silently down from sky to
Land noiselessly on the hushed ground below
And there it's like the autumn leaves letting go
Their grasp on branches high above
Swirling lazily earthward to settle with the rest
And there it's like the dandelion puff
Floating freely, aimlessly through the air
Swaying one way and the next to its home
And there below at rest, at peace
There in that perfect place, a void
All that's heard is God's sweet voice
Prayer Girl
(Photo credit: Home For Christmas by Eleanore Benin - Kodak picture of the day)
6 comments:
i am listening...
that was really a beautiful verse PG!
wow. love this.
The quiet places where we are able to hear our higher power and ourselves...thank you as always for your loving posts...and sweet reminders of that love.
xo g
Beautiful.....
I hope that I get to hear the voice someday. But I believe that He talks to me through many things and many people.
I like the poem. We meet the Lord through public worship and through fellowship and through the Bible and through preaching and through prayer, but also through silence. Thanks for the eloquent reminder.
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