The Still Small Voice


The winds are still
A calm has set in
Time seems to be going by one tick as a time

There is an eerie nature to all of this
Usually I am in a spinning whirlwind
Going with the flow of life
Meandering through the maze of time

The clock keeps ticking
And I hear my heart beating

Signifying that it is okay
To just listen
To savor the moment
To enjoy the still small voice echoing in my heart

Peace abounds
Time moves on
And I cherish my thoughts

Ahhh, sweet spirit of calm…

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