Profoundly still the twilight air,
Lifeless the landscape; so we deem,
Till like a phantom gliding near
A stag bends down to drink the stream.
And far away a mountain zone,
A cold, white waste of snow-drifts lies,
And one star, large and soft and lone,
Silently lights the unclouded skies.
– Charlotte Bronte, “Speak of the North” –
May the skies of your heart be unclouded, lit by the star of peace.
Nurture peace. Cultivate kindness. Carry the calm.
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