My Quiet Time
My Quiet Time
By: Miracle Man
2;10 am 3/5/2021
As an early riser,
I feel the breeze that whispers through dry grass,
and I’m surrounded by God’s peace.
Still none the wiser,
the world around me wakes and what I hear, in mass,
are wagon wheels, bone-dry of grease.
“In quiet places reason abounds.”
Adali Stevenson
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