Quietude, which some men cannot abide because it reveals their inward poverty, is as a palace of cedar to the wise, for along its hallowed courts the King in his beauty deigns to walk. —Charles Spurgeon
Sometimes I sit in the shade of silence,
a corner or some placed removed
from the common area, a place
with no expectations and where
time is less demanding. Stilling
myself into to well-being, forgetting
my to-dos, and hushing my inner
critic, I seek restoration, refreshing,
relaxation, if only for a few minutes.
I allow the solace of prayer to settle
over me, I feel the peace of grace,
and that little respite lifts my spirit,
renewing me just enough to attend
the rest of the day.
—C.L. Fisher, September 2020
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