At the Basilica Feb24 Enter, hearts in need of rest, Tread where ancient feet have trod, Feel the Hallow in thy breast, Find in silence words of God; Let the sanctuary leach Peace into thy weary soul, Solitude, let wisdom teach How love can make of parts, a whole. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
Guards Are Frozen Dec15 Guards are frozen, quiet, still, Ever watching in the chill; Eyes perceive the feet that choose the path not taken, silent views. * I love those moments of quiet solitude, where heart can reclaim itself… Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...