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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