Morning silence Music of its own Rhapsody of thought as clock ticks serene time filling the space inside and out connecting words to prayer to trees to clouds, ascending.
"Morning silence Music of it's own" For the sin of futile noise Only silence can atone! Solace and solstice, Bedfellows now, May the Lord give you peace, In your heart, on your brow.
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"Morning silence
Music of it's own"
For the sin of futile noise
Only silence can atone!
Solace and solstice,
Bedfellows now,
May the Lord give you peace,
In your heart, on your brow.
The happiest of Christmastides,Turquoise.
Beautiful!
Christmas tidings to you, too.
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