Dews of Quietness
by Sondra Ball
Dews of quietness
drop
till strain and stress
stop,
our strivings cease,
and we confess
beauty and peace.
Over desire,
above
fear unexpired,
love,
God's holy balm.
Speaking through fire:
small voice of calm.
volume 11(6)
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