The Two of Us 2
The mornings are hushed, and I am quiet. Not a Prayer Room, but a Meeting Place. Two blue sitting chairs, placed beside front window. The light shines through. The lamp divides chairs. God is always there. I have invited Him. It's there we meet. It's where we speak. He listens to me. I listen to Him, in my quiet place, in my solemn sanctuary.
03292017 PS Contest, The Book of Love,
Rick Parise
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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