Quietness


Oh the joy, the dark clouds have gone,

The blackbirds sing their morning songs,

Upon the lake, the glorious swans

where the quiet descends upon us.

We silence our minds from the world’s hurried lots

Of dangers and worries and cobwebs of thoughts

We centre our minds on higher resorts

Where the quiet descends upon us.

Love upon Love, we look for the signs. A holy warm peace on the mountain resides

Facing our brothers with words so kind

Is when the Quiet descends upon us.