Whispers of Peace

Still the morning, silent the mist
Calm the restless sea
The swift wings of a passing gull
Brush by me silently

Tossed and blown, my shattered spirit,
Battered without surcease.
Oh, let the quiet misty dawn
Imbue me with its peace

And hold me in its gentle arms

While leafless branches sing

Of all the joy that’s waiting to

Return like warmth in spring.