I listen

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?

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About Rosalie Squires

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