By Michael W. Raley
The remnants of the morning rain continue to trickle down
As the silence inhabits my spirit.
With a cup of coffee next to me,
I find my thoughts focused on no particular topic,
As if my soul and mind are pondering the weight of the silence.
The “inner man” of my spirit welcomes the silence,
For it is a chance to unplug from the noise,
A time to reset and restore.
Meanwhile, the “outer man” believes something has to be done,
Something has to be listened to or said
Because the silence is deafening to the busybody.
However, this morning, victory belongs to the inner man
As my soul is refreshed in the solitude.