The face I recognize
Who sets my mind at ease
Who drifts through my thoughts
Separating the wheat from the chaff
I dwell upon the quiet
For it is not the absence of noise
But the presence
The presence of he who knows and is known
Who speaks without uttering a sound
I rest within the stillness
For there I find
I find myself waiting for me
Waiting to show me and
To speak my name
Dan Wills (2013)
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