QUIET TIMES – Poetry

December 4, 2016

Calmly walking by the bay
The mist is rising up
It crests the rocks and scatters ‘round
And peace, it fills my cup

As I walk and seek You
Silent and alone
My soul it lifts to meet You
My heart lifts to Your throne

Standing in your presence
Your warmth shines on my face
Just as real as earth is
I’m home here in this place

These moments are so holy
Sweet and set apart
As I see reflections face
Your love it fills my heart

Solid our connection
Fruitful are Your words
As they speak into my soul
My place with You assured

Don’t let it break away now
As I enter back inside
A place in our society
It seems no place to hide

Yet it takes a moment
To close my eyes and see
Our beautiful collection
Of quiet times with Thee

copyright 2016 Jean Chamblee Thomas

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