by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

“Silence is like a river of grace inviting us to leap unafraid into its beckoning depths. It is dark and mysterious in the waters of grace. Yet in the silent darkness, we are given new eyes.”

– Macrina Wiederkehr

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A Quiet Corner of the Soul

by  Irene Fowler

Wanderings, wonderings, wistfulness, of a 21st-century mind
Restive meanderings of an unreposed, restless heart
Hushed, calmed, at peace, in oneness of being
In a quiet corner of the soul.

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Arriving at a safe harbour of solace and security, amid raging seas
A close haven of acceptance of the unique self and lone journey
Putting to bed; doubts, qualms and misgivings
In a quiet corner of the soul.

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To find missing pieces of the enigmatic jigsaw of life
Each lock and key, differing in smoothness, structure, shape and size
A kaleidoscope of hues and shades, awaiting wise and careful introspection
In a quiet corner of the soul.

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While never ceasing to climb; ascending from bogs and marshlands
On golden wings of understanding and wholesome self-love
Taking to the freedom and expanse of clear, open, sunny skies
In a quiet corner of the soul.

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At one with nature in its welcome, gratifying simplicity and glory
A perennial story for the ages, yet never tired or jaded
Refreshed, replenished, restored and remade
In a quiet corner of the soul.

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Quiet are the loud, lustful worldly voices of never-enough; more and more
Quiet are the discordant echoes of stress, strife and furore
Quiet are the sounds of inner schism and outer war
In a quiet corner of the soul.

© 2022 by Irene Fowler

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