I need to become a quiet place full of contentment and love. I need to be a refuge for those in a storm. How does one do that when she has such a tumultuous spirit inside? I have an ocean’s spirit when in storm. But, I can never find the peacefulness of high tide when all is going to rest. The moon stirs me at night after the sun stirs me all day. No rest for this weary soul. May I find peace today. Peace in the sweet breeze blowing through me. Take my breath and fill me with peace, sweet breeze, peace, I pray.
A quiet place August 27, 2010