stillness and the sound of wet pavement brushes the ear
where time is suspended…while the river rolls along
and the dogs bark in the neighborhood where no borders exist
messaging across the yards their own feelings for the evening
there is a soft breeze embracing the moment where inner thoughts speak
and you feel complete knowing that you have met life on its own terms
and not given in.
canopies of sycamores silence the words with no tears
and there’s little doubt the faithful will carry it on
