Fireflies in the dark, small beacons of light. They seem so relaxed as they move in the night.
Stars up above, glow down below, the night just feels right with these companions in tow.
Stillness wraps snugly as fragrance wafts silkily, peace sings softly as leaves sway the trees.
Insights like sprinkles that freshen my face, breathe coolness of life to revive what’s displaced.
Quiet awakes memories that rise from the depths, reminding of blessings filled with His breath.
Peace is my anchor and trust is the clasp that holds my whole heart in the folds of romance.
Author – Bill Tidsbury