Quiet day. Quiet mind. Quiet soul…

Quiet enough to embrace the gift that the quiet brings.

Quiet time.

Time to reflect. Time to dream. Time to listen. Time to breathe…

Time enough to remember and to know.

For in the stillness there’s time to gather up my courage…

for the times that make the quiet seem like a distant memory.

The stillness whispers to my soul, “Remember these times. Remember and be strong.”

These quiet times are like breath for more breathless days…

a breath that will lift me on wings of eagles -

to the place where my weariness is left behind.

So, in the quiet I will listen to the whispers…

I will listen, and I will breathe again. -A. L. B.

Peace.