Quiet
I heard the sea gulls as the sea roared.
A great view of the Golden Gate Bridge,
as I watched the ships flow through the Gate.
After work, on early nights, I had a favorite spot.
Like the fog horns that guided cargo ships from the Far East,
'Quiet' often called out and gently ushered me in. And
Like a caring mortal, 'Quiet' embraced and cradled me.
Above was sky; below was ocean; within me was 'Quiet'.
She was my sanctuary, my sacred space, my place of prayer.
City traffic halted at the city's edge. Bright city lights, undesired.
My haven of renewal, my 'Quiet' get-away, just above The Pacific.
'Quiet' was special, unforgettable; made holy by God's Presence..
071622PSCtest, A Quiet Place, Mystic Rose Rose
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