The Quiet Places Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
The Quiet Places
Roses grow like quiet soldiers of love
Green vines from the sword of joy
I am fortified in solitude
My prayers go up
Change is the will choosing his will
Growth is the new peace
I can live with myself
The bright side is quiet and serene
Gratitude on a late spring day
Spirit of dawn like a king of glory
Humility is giving ourselves to faith
I am being replaced with life
The quiet places never fail
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