Stillpoint
The space binding darkness to light,
birthplace of visions where souls
do not stray in exclusion, but congregate
wearing the mantle of mercy and peace.
Bitter arguments not reconciled,
blessings never spoken, angry exchanges left wanting
of quick resolution have no meaning here.
All torments are quieted, rumors and lies are forgiven,
love and respect take their hold for those Children of God
who were wandering out in the cold.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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