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A gutsy, gusty wind blows hard against my window pane,
Rattling the blinds, klonk, klonk, klonkity, klonk
And sleep stretches further and further away
Almost out of reach…
My mother was a worrier most of her life;
If it wasn’t ‘your father’, it was ‘you children’
But she did have peace after he had left,
Peace that ‘passeth all understanding’* which I,
Only now, fully comprehend.
The lamp shows it to be one thirty ay em
As I rise to close the outer door, Cat’s only escape route
From the prison of my home…
The wind has changed to sensuous sounds of the sea
Swelling, washing, back and forth, back and forth,
Calming, soothing and the Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Comes to mind as I drift away on the vast sea of eternity.
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©Denise G Allen, 20 June 2014 01:05
20/06/2014 at 2:50 am
nice when you have those moments of peace in life…when all the noise and thrashing
gets to that place of peace…beyond all understanding…
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22/06/2014 at 10:53 am
Also, when one feels in sinc with God’s plan for us… 🙂
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21/06/2014 at 1:16 am
Liking this. Quite different.
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22/06/2014 at 10:54 am
Pleased that you like it, Ben. 🙂
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