Words fail me. Words escape me.
Others' words are necessary.
In quietness and trust is my strength. (Isaiah 30:15)
Cool breeze. Tinkling of chimes,
Seeking that calm posture of prayer while sitting on a porch swing.
A time of quiet repose. Letting go of fears.
For the beauty of the earth, For the beauty of the skies,
For the love which from our birth Over and around us lies,
Lord of all to Thee we (I) raise
This our (my) hymn of grateful praise.
Enough said...thought and hummed,
Just stillness from a porch swing.
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