"the quiet" -
for whisper in the deepest sight,
toward a longing found by night,
wisking truth inside me deep,
a quiet hope provoked to keep.
a faith toward what's yet to be,
the unity of hearts so free,
in each and every quiet stare,
prayer on the softened hidden air,
with breeze and heat of summer sun,
once for the joining of the one,
which distance path has brought to now,
amazed at travelled distance how,
i hoped and prayed for this here taste,
which grateful in my gait not haste,
discovered in the patience true
produced it seems for me and you.
James Mendham 10-Apr-05 8:15pm
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