My Quiet Time

Posted on: June 30, 2002 Written by
My Quiet Time
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It never comes.
A guest, children, laundry,
these swallow up my best hours
until I,
have to rest
(to my disgrace).
But sometimes, here and there,
I don’t command,
the waves retreat;
cool air,
brief stillness, and
God shoulders all my cares.
This time is grace.


©2002 Thrive

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