Month: Oct 2021

Stills of Grace

It is there in emptied chairs & here and there in city places or further,

in mindscapes, It is there: the Stillness of His whisper: asking if I will release His grace

in me,

In walkways, pebbled with Dawn,
or evenings thick with Time, It is there: His Still Small Voice, a Light to my path, a Lamp to my feet
in the morning again, It never leaves: the comfort of His Voice sheathing everything, everything everything.
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