The Voice of Flowers
lying low, listening
Love, speak with the voice of flowers through quiet hours soft and still with rest Love that loves first and best last and lasting casting its bright shadow a blanket of peace when least expected Love lying low and so undetected by those who set themselves too high Love, hear every lowly cry and be every silent answer.
Wishing you soft visitations of peace when least expected. ~Cheryl Anne
We had our peace that we didn't expect the other morning as we sat on our patio and watched the birds and listened to their singing. Comfort for such times as these.