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Peace ..Be Still

Sitting alone one evening
Amid the evening calm
I felt a gentle breath as cool as healing balm
Though all was still I heard these words
   echo through the hills                                                         
                                                     Peace... Be Still.
Though all was still
 a pulsating throb vibrated  in the air
And there again that whisper soft 
  I heard upon the wind       
                                                                  Peace... Be still.

A little brook rippled along its curvy course
 as silent tears I shed for  the many times my heart was bled
By  hurtful words and cruel deeds that linger deep within
but as the little brook rippled and tripped 
my heart with hope was filled   
                                                                   Peace... Be still.

Upon a bough  a little bird sang this lullaby
Life is precious don't you cry
No tears are needed here
 neither sadness nor pain should come your way
With joy only let your heart be filled      
                                                                    Peace ...Be still.

Now bathed in the sunset gentle hues
my  heart  turns to  the silent One 
who smiled upon me  the day I was born
and talks to me in whispers soft and words upon the 
wind                                                                          Peace... Be  still.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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