Quietness

There is a place of peacefulness and gentle waves. I speak not of a hidden tunnel in a lovely cave. I speak not of heaven, that final place of rest. It mostly is a state of being when we de-stress. It may or may not be a physical place, So evasive and detached from the human race. But it's a place where we let go and allow tranquility to flow; Where we pause and learn to poise and start to grow; Where we cease to be driven and tossed to places of woe. We light up on the inside, and our externals begin to glow. It's storming all around, but like Christ, we are quietly sleeping. We have found our stream of QUIETNESS and assist those yet weeping.