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The quilted silence
refused to be pulled back
covering the room
with the cold stillness
of an abandoned rundown clock.
Yet time keeps its appointments
well into the hushed hours.
Sleep is forced to seize
the lingering tranquil void.
Coiled in dreams of dreams
the aching heart screams out
seeking understanding. But
the mind turns a deaf ear.
Deep within the soul
the calm wind of hope
eavesdrop on the quiet scene
and silently begin to stir.
A quiet voice whispers:
“Faith tested is faith
strengthened; like muscle,
it becomes firmer.”
The mind relaxes; the spirit smiles;
the silent pain snail paces away:
Peace—perfect peace abides.
