being there

he reached out, came to my door

his children’s book in hand

quietly there to give and to listen

he networks so well simply by

being where you are with questions

that assume your intelligence

and insight—

            who can resist responding?

gentle reaches

gentle spirits murmur

but i charge on, busy

with who knows what

fighting, for i am a fighter

and i will not give in willingly

gentle breezes touch me

and I lean against a rock

and slow my breathing, unsure

of what truly matters

until i give in to the one

who has whispered,

‘Be still and know that I am God’

unobtrusive

we seldom hear the quiet ones

who see without comment

often without judgment

aware and sympathizing

watching for unobtrusive ways

to remove an obstacle or ease

our path without our knowing

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wander quiet paths

wander quiet paths

know what you are a part of

hear life around you