...silence falls slowly,
slow-ly, slow--ly,
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slowly the dis-ease within me
clamouring for attention ebbs & ebbs away...
until the gentler pounding of my heart
keeps time with the rhythm of the universe,
as the waves beat upon the shore...
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...at last I am still
still,
still...
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... there, in the silence
I find my truest face reflected,
and
I am awed by love...
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The centre piece of a recent painting ( mine)
I want to savour life,
to taste the moment,
to be awake to its
blessings and pains,
to know myself,
to be aware of my reactions,
to be willing to hold them
as treasures or a dross,
to grow, to be
transformed, inwardly
transformed,
able to love and to give,
to heal and to hear,
to celebrate and even
to mourn...
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so I pray for grace,
for an inner well of
stillness,
a centering source
of truth,
a connection to the holy,
where the chatter and distractions
of my days
can be sifted and sorted
in loves kinder light...
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Image Centered
S. Coleman
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