I wrote this poem while at a silent retreat with the theme of “breathe“
It’s in the still of the night
And the trail of the shooting star.
It’s in the roar of the wind
And the kiss of the sun.
It’s in the echo of the train
And the sad lullaby of the dove.
It’s in the breath of the breeze
And the sigh of the pines.
It’s in the embrace of the tree
And the soft caress of the grass.
It’s in the chime of the church bell
And the slowing of time.
It’s in the scent of the lilacs
And the smell of the spring rain.
It’s in the song of the mockingbird
And the buzz of the bee.
It’s in the music of the brook
And the rustle of wildlife.
It’s in the longing of the soul
And the holy silence of the chapel.
The Holy dwells around us and in us
And the pause waits within.
The stillness of the pause rests gently upon us
And the Holy breathes over us a blessing of peace.
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