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Quiet Days
Stillness rests on my heart as troubles stay far away;
Gentle moments of my life sandwiched between trials.
Enjoying the fruits of this gift for as long as it lasts;
Preparing myself for that next challenge awaiting my soul.
Regrouping my faculties, restoring my faith, resting my head;
My warrior's heart is healed, now ready for life's next battle.
Grace gives me this rest and relaxation when I really need it;
Not a time of feast and parties, but a time of preparation.
The next battle waits on me, I can smell it in my nostrils;
Exposing the intentions of my heart, the truth in my soul.
Warrior of the light, pressing forward into the darkness;
My hands are set, my chin is up, I am relaxed and steady.
Ready, willing, and able; scarred from previous battles;
Wisdom grows in the old warriors, sweet gentle wisdom.
I sit… I wait… prepared… rested… healthy… attentive…
Quiet days always prepare me for what tomorrow brings.
11Oct09
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