Silent Plea

S

Soul sobs with aching need, pleads for muted moments

I

In midst of mad holiday maelstrom; a muffled

L

Lessening of too-loud-blinding-bright.  Lord, dim clamored glare; calm

E

Eagerness to gorge, consume, grab gusto in both fists that

N

Numbs heart’s emptiness, echoing endless anguished throb

T

Trees’ pewter-misted bare-branched rest speaks silent ease

~~The nearest thing to Peace on Earth

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