Tuesday, November 22, 2011

My Quiet Place

This week we asked you to write about your quiet place. Where is it? What does it look like? What happens there? Our word limit was 200. Linking up with RemembeRED ! It has been a while.

My quiet place is hard to find, within this boisterous world.

The clamor and clatter of my surroundings hides it from my sight. It requires a walk beyond the cell phones, computers, iPods, DVRs and DVDs. It demands distance from the talking, singing, laughter and demanding voices.

And then I find it there…

Quiet lies between the words of a prayer and the pages of a book.

Quiet sits in the flipping of pages and the whisperings of my praise.

Quiet speaks in an inaudible voice, which is only heard by the heart.

Quiet smiles and reminds in the album pages of memories.

I come upon quiet when the pen meets the paper, with words that bring a thought to life.

Quiet seeks me in the stillness.

It calms the voices of urgency in my mind.

It hushes the lists of things to do.

It stifles the wondering and the whys.

My quiet place cannot be named. It is a state of mind.

It is amid the heartbeat and the breaths we breathe of life.

Quiet is ever present and it is  I who must meet it there.

Write on Edge: RemembeRED