Peace moves across the water
In tiny, still ripples;
The mist drops away in the rising sun.
For one perfect moment
The silence is a prayer
For still waters,
For soft winds,
For a safe harbor before the darkness returns
And then the day begins
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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