Poem: Soul Talk

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Soul Talk

A deep breath.
Another.
Feel it, the air, deep in your belly.
Feel it, calmness, as it enters you.

For now, this moment,
your mind grows quiet,
and there is room for your soul
to speak.

About this poem

Too often, way, way, way too often, our lives and minds are too busy and the best of us gets buried by the noise. God is not rejected as much as lost in the cacophony. Sometimes too, we ourselves are lost in the noise as well.

Tom

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