At the end of the day when the world is still
And my thoughts can return to memory,
I like to relax by my windowsill
And watch the great river glide out to sea.
It ripples along in an easy way,
A the lights blink on shining streaks of gold,
Across sparkling water for sun's last ray -
Just a final gleam as the day grows old.
Serenity comes to my window seat..
It's peaceful and calm as I linger there.
This hour of rest has become my retreat;
A place for solace and freedom from care.
Each of us seeks out a place he can be
Closer to God and tranquility.
~ Marian Ford Park
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