The call of nature sounds within!
Dark seasons come to find the Light,
And day is resting through the night.
The veil is growing ever thin.
When quieting our mental din,
We hear the wisdom of the call
To rest, reflect, regroup, to pause.
We can be calm; we can be still
And let our breath the silence fill.
Creator rested; so must all!
A Decima for Ronovan’s weekly challenge:
Still. This week, it’s the D rhyme line.
The Decima has become one of my favorite poetry forms, joining the Limerick and Triolet as my top three!