seeking the quietude roaming worldwide
up on the Roof of the World who
can be but the most daring-
there is a 'quiet there'
on a green square turf playing
in white with a white smashing
matching skills over net
in crowd there is a 'quiet there
nature's growth of seed and grass
nothing moves, no wave no pass
Divinity Supreme resides in valley
there is a 'holy quiet there'
5 comments:
You have written of the most profound kind of quiet -- that holy quiet which we are fortunate if we find! Glad to see you at Poetry Jam, Anjum.
The quiet of those green places growing is indeed a special kind of silence. Thanks for posting this and responding to my prompt.
Thank you Mary Thank you Peggy...Thank you for the opportunity to write
Lovely holy poem.
Thank you
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