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Her Inner Garden

There she was alone Sitting against the window In the middle of the bus Off in her own thoughts Dressed dark and different From some faraway culture It wasn’t till I sat next to her That I realized she was praying I felt a bubble of peace and love Exuding from her heart Her devotion was palpable In the midst of commotion She was transported And I was touched she trusted me Somehow letting me share in her Private ritual of reverence AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on December 6, 2018 for CONTEST NO.525 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

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Timothy Mcguire

Date: 12/9/2018 8:12:00 PM

Wonderful story that would not let me go. Wonderful poem!

Line Gauthier
Date: 12/9/2018 9:50:00 PM

Thank you for your most appreciated visit and comment, Timothy.

Harry Horsman

Date: 12/7/2018 3:40:00 PM

This is beautiful Line, so sincere. Love how you transfer, your feeling to that of the reader. Harry

Line Gauthier
Date: 12/7/2018 9:59:00 PM

Thank you so much, Harry, for the touching comment.

P.S. Awtry

Date: 12/7/2018 11:05:00 AM

You drew me in and I could feel the serenity you describe... very nice :)

Line Gauthier
Date: 12/7/2018 10:00:00 PM

Thank you so much, PS, for your most appreciated visit and comment.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 12/7/2018 7:39:00 AM

A beautiful moment!

Line Gauthier
Date: 12/7/2018 10:01:00 PM

Thanks, Kim. Much appreciated.

M. L. Kiser

Date: 12/7/2018 5:52:00 AM

A lovely poem about what must've been a wonderful experience; you can often feel the energy from those in prayer, as well as, those who are very spiritual; I've met a few of these. Well penned.

Line Gauthier
Date: 12/7/2018 10:02:00 PM

Thanks for your lovely visit and comment, Most appreciated.