Silence
There is harmony in the night when all is silent and serine.
In a country with the absense of city noise is so prestine.
Walking in the night without fear and without violence.
There is a certain sense of serenity in the silence.
Knowing that in the quietness of space there is wisdom.
A power that cannot be grasped, the awesome power of her, his kingdom.
In the silence, there are vessels of overflowing oil.
There to tap into so as to avoid and earthly toil.
Copyright © Wayne Smith | Year Posted 2023
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