And so there was
a quieting —
a remembrance
of the everlasting
calm.
Tired hands were
closed in silent prayer
instead of busyness
that had once
carried them
away from
this place —
for which they
had searched
for so long.
A Quieting
And so there was
a quieting —
a remembrance
of the everlasting
calm.
Tired hands were
closed in silent prayer
instead of busyness
that had once
carried them
away from
this place —
for which they
had searched
for so long.
Laurie's Notes 
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Love your notes!
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thanks! They are my medicine. ❤
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My tired hands are closed in silent prayer too. It’s so easy to get away from calm. 💕💕💕
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❤ … but the return is nice
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