In a space of quiet
Solitude waits
Not the sorrow
Of loneliness
But the budding strength
Of alone
The world is in a hush
Without the traffic
Of busy voices
And breath
Becomes purpose
And meaning
The silence is waiting
For you
A discovery
Only you can find
For yourself
A meditation
Your soul can dive into
When the busy, busy world
Needs to slow the hurry
The silence waits
For those who seek it
A forgiving space
To comfort the self ~ Caroline A. Slee
What a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you, Lydia! Happy Monday!