Before you read this poem, please know that I know that I am not a poet – but I do like to string words together in a poem every now and then. I wrote this about 3 years ago and found it again recently. Quiet Time I’m one of those…
I walked along the edge of the Chesapeake Bay when the tide was at its lowest, along with my energy level. The desire to have a day to ‘be still’ had led to the decision to fast lunch and spend about five hours in quiet reflection at a friend’s vacation…