I
long for
the stillness
of a blanket
of new fallen snow.
Harsh noises of the world
hushed by nature’s elegance.
Unable to hear any sound,
except my own breath, I love to walk
in the quiet solitude of God’s peace.
EPIPHANY
February 9, 2018
I
long for
the stillness
of a blanket
of new fallen snow.
Harsh noises of the world
hushed by nature’s elegance.
Unable to hear any sound,
except my own breath, I love to walk
in the quiet solitude of God’s peace.
EPIPHANY
February 9, 2018