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~Tranquility~
Oh, how softly
and faint the voice is
And as I strain to
hear the oncoming sound
I feel it is very far
off, yet clear
Through melodious words,
It
pleads with me to put them down.
The voice so peaceful, and
smooth
Somewhat like an echo from above
It
will be gone for some time,
Then as if
beckoned, it returns in love
I
cannot pen a poem, nor would I try
As the
Father sends one from above
To recite the
words that flow
On the paper and with much
love
Sometimes they come often,
Yet when I
rush and feel stressed
The words get flooded
over,
And to hear them I must have
rest
Oh, peaceful rest, how I love
thee
Visions of softly flowing
streams
Satiny clouds gracefully
moving
And silence, for visions and
dreams.
Yet not asleep, I can sit in the
realm
Of tranquility and hear a bird
sing.
I feel the breeze move softly through
the trees
And happiness like none other it
can bring.
Then, and only then, the words go down
on paper
Inspired, these words coming in
through the melody
And as I write them, I
feel a caress within my heart
In addition, a
peace, overwhelming,
Singing such as a
psalmody.
© Kentucky_Lady4
January 4,
2005
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