I was sitting in the library this afternoon and this began to form first in my head then on the screen. Usually, there is an intermediate phase and I jot something down. This was more spontaneous than normal and I think it is a bit rough around the edges, but I liked it when I re-read it.
The week end–
Sabbath arrives;
I disconnect–
I find new rhythm;
Here, I am soul full–
Here, my soul retrieves me.
It’s a mystery–
Reveals undefinable spaciousness;
Sans mots–
Without sound, it rescues me;
Yet, I hear its voice–
It offers refuge;
It guides me home.
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