I've been wondering in the stillness why it's so still. Why the quiet some times makes me it makes me feel so ill. I can listen and listen and mine is the only voice I hear. My voice of indecision,doubt and fear. I hear no words of wisdom no reassuring tones, only the stillness of my own visions of life and home. Where are the great horsemen who conquer the blackened night. They seem to disappear in my stillness and quiet. Dottie Donathan.
