April Jollie
Potential
by April Jollie
Hushing my anxious thoughts, I wait for the quiet calmness.
A hidden treasure protected by high steep walls.
Listening to the silence breathe,
A tiny voice whispers deep within my soul.
In the stillness of the early morning light, it sings to me.
Simmering beneath the ashes, it waits.
A precious spark reveals a rich legacy.
Fanning the tiny flame, I encourage it to grow.
For the warmth of God’s love desires to be shown.
by April Jollie
Hushing my anxious thoughts, I wait for the quiet calmness.
A hidden treasure protected by high steep walls.
Listening to the silence breathe,
A tiny voice whispers deep within my soul.
In the stillness of the early morning light, it sings to me.
Simmering beneath the ashes, it waits.
A precious spark reveals a rich legacy.
Fanning the tiny flame, I encourage it to grow.
For the warmth of God’s love desires to be shown.