A Quiet Place Poem by Herman Sequira

This quiet place reveals His grace.
I meditate and pray;
For here I find true peace of mind
By night or light of day.

When deep despair and burdens bear
Down on my troubled soul,
I'll offer there, a quiet prayer
And He will make me whole.

Where flowers grow and waters flow;
In quietude I rest.
With Him I share my every care
And know that I am blest.

An interlude in solitude,
A time when all is still
You must concede, is all you need;
Embrace it if you will