A Morning Hour
The calm and quiet of a morning hour
Lord, You draw me close and whisper to pause.
My state of mind is blurry, a dashing bower
just sitting beyond my reach.
May I take the path that leads to quiet
A circle of sorts that pulls me closer,
Inward, seeking centre, peace, and silence.
Ignoring those distractions from distractions.
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