Broken Quiet
Broken Quiet
Here I hear a hum, a ringing,
A refrigerator song is singing,
The quiet is always broken.
The beauty of birds trilling,
The rush of new wind chilling,
The quiet is always broken.
The sweetness of a pet’s soft snoring,
May send my affection soaring, still
The quiet is always broken.
The answer lies and lives or dies
In the stillness of You-word sighs
Where quiet is never broken.
Your peace stays and sorrow flees,
As if it were a healed disease, when
In quiet, Your word is spoken.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
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