I listen

Posted on June 20, 2013 by Rosalie Squires

I listen. He listens
So Mother Theresa described her prayers.

And I wonder
In the silence
The solitude
When every little sound
Sounds loud

Waiting in the quiet
Till noisy brain
Ceases its endless chatter
For a while

And in the wordless pause
Pure feeling
Uncluttered

My hearts desire
Rises up in me

I wonder
Can this be
What she meant?

About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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