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Rocking in the arms of the Mother
your heart hums in harmony with silence.
Peace be still, she whispers.
Peace be still, my love.
Resting in the silence of the night
your mind moves from restless to calm.
Quiet now, she whispers.
Quiet now, my love.
Sleeping in the peace of her arms
your soul sighs with rhythmic breath.
Hush now, she whispers.
Hush now, my love.
©2019 Joanne Young Elliott
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