In peace I come
to the river
laying down my arms
In openness I come
my heart is listening
In solitude I come
as the clouds roll over
as the sun still not here
the birds wait also
In mirth I come
the snails wiggle
the bunnies hop
the stems of nature always changing
In peace I come
like the running brook
I find the separateness
to be....
Anita S. Holzberg
Searching for Peace
June 10, '10
Friday, 11 June 2010
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