The Quiet Spirit


It was unusually quiet in the forest yesterday. As I walked up and down the trails, there was not even a breeze that moved the tree song. All I could hear, were the sounds of a small bird’s wings, and the water of a stream, softly tumbling over the rocks.

I thought, maybe the Creator held back the birds from singing, just for a few moments, so He could hear the prayers echoing through the trees. I was in the middle of a religious center, and the silence seemed to be the lifeblood of faith.

It did bring a calm, and a strength, I have seldom known. 

Here are some photographs.





Be blessed this weekend!


Poetry and Images © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

16 thoughts on “The Quiet Spirit

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s