Quiet

back in America
and how do I know?
a hundred million little things
it’s look, sound, smell
I awaken in the morning
and all I hear is quiet
shelter, warmth and family
a blanket for my soul
the biggest noise is silence
quiet fills the room
I’m looking for the roosters
the cars and neighbors, vendors
where are all the markets?
the honking of the horns
the little kids in uniforms
the call to prayer no more
look at all the people!
my white skin blends me in
I understand the language
i can talk to people again
i love the fact that i am home
it’s so nourishing to my heart
an opportunity God has given me
to tell everyone I know!

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