Be Still and Know That I Am God
All beauty whispers to the listening heart:
Love does not shout, and ecstasy is still;
The friendly silence of infinity
Forever broods above a lifted hill.
A flower leaps to life- the quiet clod
Has uttered music; noiselessly a tree
Flings forth green song; the snow breathes soundless prayers;
And stars are vocal with tranquility!
Mary Hallet
In the quiet of the morning I am thrilled by the diversity of the flowers growing in the garden.
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