This is my ledge of quiet, my shelf of peace, edged by its crooked rails holding back the beyond. Above, a hawk sails high to challenge clouds trespassing my plot of sky. Below in the valley remote and dim, sounds come and go, a requiem for quiet. Here on my ledge, quiet praise: of birds, crickets, breeze – in different ways; and so do I – for these: my ledge of quiet, my plot of sky; for peace.
I was able to find this book online after reading this poem. I believe it is out of print, but it has become one of my treasured items in my small library.
The Graham family has been such a blessing to many all over the world. I am forever grateful for how they have ministered to me and my family.
God bless you and give you peace.
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Thought of the Day, Dr. James Dobson, drjamesdobson.org
