Mornings

By Anne Marie Hunter | Published

Nov

01

2014

Mornings are so quiet.

Hounded by the flagrant silence shouting from every corner,

I’m consumed by thoughts of just how quiet it is.

I make my way, from room to room, in a morning routine.

Conspicuous silence rumbles the walls,

Allayed only by the sound of my voice in daily prayer.

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