by Howard Hain
Holding hands in the park
Holding hands with yourself
God holding hands
Your hand
Within yourself
The mortal and divine
Hand in hand
One bench
Word and flesh
Father and child
Husband and wife
Creator with creation
Holding each other
Now one hand
“Shall we just sit and rest a while?”
(Jan/18)
The Victor's Place 
Dear Fr. Victor- Thank you for posting Howard I also have experienced still life The words
came to me when I was spending time with God.
We wish you abundant blessings in the year of Our Lord, 2018, Peace,
Gloria & Ted
Still Life
There’s barely a breeze.
The windmill is not moving,
yet tree leaves flutter.
All sound is muted,
but a dog’s sharp bark
pierces the quiet.
Birds sing now and again.
Jays argue in raspy voices.
A couple of miles away,
depending on which way
the wind blows,
the faintest hum of traffic,
as it makes its way along
Interstate 18.
The backup beep of a
of a construction vehicle
breaks into the stillness.
But in the quiet
there is still life.
-Gloria Ziemienski
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