Presiding Stillness

October 18, 2005

Tranquility is born in the morning's quiet
Comfortable solitude, sweet peace
Dream's murmurings fade as light melts the fog
Step easily, softly, soundlessly into the world

Quiet fades more hastily than the dream departed
Rushing forth into the caustic, chaotic, clamor
But the disquiet that surrounds needn't pervade
Stillness of Spirit that resides ever in the soul

Type: Poetry

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