December 15, 2017

We want to be taken by the hand,
Held securely as we might remember as a child.
We want to be told it will be alright.
That we are loved.

We want to come home,
and be accepted.
Feel an unconditional love hold us,
That knows our failings but never mentions them.
Make them of no account.

We want to surrender privately,
To someone who knows our secrets.
To someone to whom we belong.
Who will never give us up.

Don’t try to be what you are not,
You are loved in eternity.
Stay close to home
to one who knows you best.


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Welcome to Quietsilence, a personal website covering a range of topics but primarily focussing of matters of spirituality and making sense of the world we live in. Also to be found here is my poetry, work on digital compositions and longer form writing. Recent examples of all these can be found on the home page. You can see a quick overview of the topics covered by having a look at this Tag Cloud, and should you wish to learn more about the background of Quietsilence please visit this page.

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