I long for peace and
quiet letting only
nature speak to me
THE SOUND OF PEACE AND QUIET
Tis the get together season, company parties and alcohol
We need to be with people or we’ll go into withdrawal
You tell me to come on over with your desperate voice
But the threat of being infected is nothing to rejoice
This virus is mean and nasty; there’s little place to hide
We’re shutting down our social life with gatherings denied
If we refuse to wear a mask it could get us all arrested
And if we are coughing moistly, we need to go get tested
This Christmas season will be much different from the rest
Devoid of human contact will put our patience to the test
But keep an open mind, a new tradition may be forming
Like the sound of peace and quiet on your Christmas morning
No rushing out to visit and no cooking food all day
No attention to Aunt Margaret with way too much to say
I think I’ll turn some music on just to sooth my soul
Look forward to a silent night and a quiet Christmas stroll
Election tension
Apprehension?
Home's a safe space
Just in case
Fear a riot?
I don't buy it
Folks just want
Peace and quiet
The Village Square's
Too noisy out there
The wise forbear
Say silent prayers
I am an early riser.
I love the peaceful solitude of morning,
At a time when most of the city is still asleep,
I find myself awake preparing to face
Any challenges that may come my way,
Everything is quiet at that hour,
During the hours before sunrise I can feel
The tranquil peace and quiet of the house,
It does something to strengthen my inner being,
Over the years it has brought me closer to God,
And knowing God is there watching over me
Gives me a warm joyful feeling,
After the morning coffee is brewed,
I slowly awaken from the slumber
Of the night before,
And I prepare to face the day knowing
I won't be facing any burdens alone,
Because God will be facing them with me.
Yet There Be Great Peace And Quiet There
Yet there be great peace and quiet there
just beyond meadows fair
World revolts, I long not to care
my solitude I do not share
As ill winds besiege a fallen spirit
Sweet calm, I feel near it
Afternoon doves speaking I hear it
there - tis nothing- do I fear it
My oasis, my hidden abode
relaxing, drop my heavy load
Sorrow upon this weary road
selfish me, or so I am told
Yet there be great peace and quiet there
Yet there be great peace and quiet there
Robert J. Lindley, 7-25-2017
Sonnet (Nature, a hidden sanctuary found)
Out in the country where things are still.
Where I can hear all the sounds of nature.
It's a time that is healing for your soul and spirit.
It's where you can hear the still small voice of God.
Our heavenly father.
It's where you can hear things that are
sweet to your ears.
The wind blowing in the trees.
The water flowing in the brook.
The birds singing.
Sometimes we just have to have a quiet time.
We need to get our joy back, our spirits healed.
We need our souls refreshed again.
We need rest for our bodies and minds.
So, try it out. Go to the countryside rest in
peace and quiet and hear the sweet sounds of nature.
In the suburbs and the country
When the night arrives,
You can feel the darkness
Where the silence thrives.
For a city gal,
Used to lights and noise,
You would think such peace
Would bring endless joys.
Though my sleep improves
When the quiet reigns,
There is something lost
Which negates the gains.
Though it might sound nuts
(And I'm sure it does),
In the burbs I miss
All that city buzz.
I loathe the sound of modern life
man made machine, electric knife
chainsaw rip through old oak bough
it seems so inhumane, somehow
give me peace, tranquillity
the robins chirp, the creek of tree
buzz of bee, or croak of toad
maybe I am getting old
not for me the the whirr of drill
tranquillity and air of still
is all I ask this gorgeous day
take your ruinous things away