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 feetin the morning again, It never leaves: the comfort of His Voice sheathing everything, everything everything.Royal Orchids
There must be a stilling of the internal static to be able to hear that tune and to join the song, join the dance, jump with both feet into the stream of grace… Looks like you’ve found it!!
Innerdialects 
There must be a stilling of the internal static to be able to hear that tune and to join the song, join the dance, jump with both feet into the stream of grace… Looks like you’ve found it!!
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