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Quiet Sunday

Quiet Sunday Oh, thank You for this silent Sunday morning, When stillness bids “Be still and know that I am God,” And You do not speak save Through the buzzing wings of gathering birds. All is as if yesterday’s fears have died Never to return – never to return. In this moment of a Sunday to refresh with You And to drink of the unseen wine of a cleansing heart.

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Alfred Berggren

Date: 8/12/2017 4:50:00 PM

Sunday is a good time to visit the church of one's choosing and worship God.

Sunlite Wanter
Date: 8/15/2017 6:21:00 PM

Of course, Alfred! Thank you.

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 8/12/2017 2:37:00 AM

Purification of the heart as the light of truth envelopes the soul! Excellent imagery my friend, Sunlite.

Sunlite Wanter
Date: 8/15/2017 6:21:00 PM

Always like to hear from you. Thanks for the kind comment.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 8/9/2017 1:53:00 PM

Enjoyed the quiet feeling in this poem!

Sunlite Wanter
Date: 8/15/2017 6:29:00 PM

Thank you, Vijay.

Jun Gonzales

Date: 8/8/2017 10:11:00 PM

Sunday is anything but quiet these days, Sunlite. Everyone is running off to go somewhere. I love the "unseen wine". He truly cleanses the heart.

Sunlite Wanter
Date: 8/15/2017 6:31:00 PM

Third try - to thank you so much for your comment and wish for you some quiet Sundays in the future.

Russell Sivey

Date: 8/8/2017 9:34:00 PM

This is a beautiful write Sunlite! I surely enjoyed reading this delightfully sentimental poem here the evening! What a fabulous piece, wonderfully written! Great Work!!

Sunlite Wanter
Date: 8/15/2017 6:32:00 PM

Third try - to thank you for such a wonderful comment.