Hiding Place

Please take a moment to read this beautiful poem.

Innerdialects

Join me if you will, in a little corner where the heart is. Yes, ….that stair away from the noise,

take a seat, pause:

A QUIET LITTLE CORNER.
Basildon Park, Berkshire, UK.
PiCourtesy: THE PHOBLOGRAPHY

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dearest Lord God, here we, fragile, rest awhile.

Something asks to shushlisten to a restless Earth ;

listen to Peace like a Sword touch us thru’ mask & glove, slash open our eye to look look close:

at Us …..gone is yesterday’s menu. Here the old is changed to a new me & you

ne’er mind the virus of fear* : brother, sister may it* serve as servant, not master.

In this Place may we see who we are – stripped from all the roles we’ve played,

here in the seeming cruelty of these days, may we be what we’re groomed for ….

in this new Quiet, away from trending news, may…

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