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Quiet Times Recited

QUIET TIMES Shall I or shan’t I In depression overcoat, all is blue with me shall I turn back on stepping stones of yesteryear.Wait I will reflect,just for a moment nothing matter,in this silence quietness stirs,light through darkness spills a verdant sylvan light.How green my memories Ah I live again Listen to me read this poem on youtube under name ichthyschiro

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Cyndi Macmillan

Date: 1/29/2014 10:35:00 PM

Two things, One this spoke to me on a very real and personal level, and 2, I've been taking a risk and, figuratively, kidnapping dear friends and bringing them to places I have loved, events that moved me in some way. 3) I have a place I would like to "show" you in a sonnet-- it is a place of faith, so I thought best to ask you, lest I offend in some way .. it is a Jesuit retreat, a day of silence, gardens, woods, quiet spots to reflect, http://www.loyolahouse.com/about/beliefs.html

Cyndi Macmillan
Date: 1/29/2014 10:37:00 PM

and ... http://www.loyolahouse.com/gallery.html?gallery=4 I had a day of silence there... lol... oh, Brian, I have a terrible time with silence (chuckle away!) but I sense that for you, it comes easier. Can I show you MY green memories? To understand more, stop by any of my soup friend sonnets