“I FOUND THE BEAUTY OF BEING STILL.” By Martha Bartholomew

I found the beauty of being still Ever scarce in days of yore I will stake a claim as I wait until Times settle into as before? Spare me that – at least in part The hurry scurries, musts and shoulds, Their attempt to steal What is Real. Lest frenetic urgency distill Until The beautyContinue reading ““I FOUND THE BEAUTY OF BEING STILL.” By Martha Bartholomew”