The Glorious Break Finding Brilliance Under the Heaviest Clouds The island sighs, a gentle, misty grey, As raindrops dance and wash the world away. 🌧️ The Soft Sigh of the Island The island sighs, a gentle, misty grey, As raindrops dance and wash the world away. A quiet rhythm on the roof takes hold, A story whispered, centuries old. A Sanctuary of Stillness Inside, a warmth, a haven soft and deep, Where gentle thoughts like sleepy secrets sleep. The rush of life slows to a tranquil beat, An invitation to rest weary feet. A Cleansing Peace Let worries fade with every falling tear, A cleansing peace to banish every fear. This rainy moment, a sweet, cozy art, A grateful stillness held within the heart.

Gentle Awakening The sky begins to bloom, with God's own tide." ✨ A soft, grey veil upon the hills descends, The world awakens in hushed, gentle blends. Palm trees stand like whispers in the haze, A dreamy start to these Saint Lucian days. Where Silence Blooms The air is cool, a kiss upon the skin, Where hidden wonders wait to peek within. A quiet beauty, in this misty scene, A peaceful moment, tranquil and serene. God's Glory Unfolds The movement stillness, where the breath is deep, While in their beds, the island people sleep. Above the soft grey, silent, grand, and wide, The sky begins to bloom, with God's own tide.

  The sun arrives, a painter's stroke so bright, Turning the world to glimmering, golden light." ✨  ✨The perfect combination: soft sand, gentle waves, and a vibrant hibiscus bloom to frame the view. This is the definition of tranquil escape. Take a deep breath and let the quiet take over. #TropicalVibes #BeachLife #IslandTime #QuietLuxury #Hibiscus The Sun's Soft Whisper The sun pours gold, a warmth upon my face, A gentle whisper in this peaceful space. For all the blessings, seen and yet unseen, A grateful heart, where quiet joys convene. No grand requests, no yearning for what's far, Just thankful for the bright and guiding star. In simple moments, where the spirit sighs, A heartfelt gratitude begins to rise. A Gentle Bloom of Thanks Like petals unfolding, slow and with no haste, This precious pause, where beauty's fully traced. The air, the light, the soft breeze in the trees, A silent hymn upon the morning breeze. For every shimmer on the ocean's crest, For...

Misty Beach Sunrise Beach with palm trees shrouded in mist/sunlight) The air is grey and misty, quiet, yes." ✨ This morning, we're embracing the gentle pause of a Saint Lucian Sunday. This poem, from our "Petals and Pause" collection, is a soft reminder to find peace in stillness. A Gift of Peace The sun arrives, a gentle, golden sigh, To paint the Saint Lucian morning sky. The world slows down, a quiet, perfect beat, A gift of grace, so tender and complete. Embracing the Mist The air is grey and misty, quiet, yes, In Sunday's hush, the heart can find its ease, Beneath the rustle of the morning breeze. A peaceful moment, whispered and serene, The sweetest pause a soul has ever seen.

A Hand on the Horizon Finding Anchor on the Edge of the Misty Shore An echo of your touch I see." ✨ Sometimes, a moment of pause on the shore is all it takes for a beautiful memory to surface. This image embodies the quiet reflection of our poem, "Echo in Your Touch." A Quiet Memory close my eyes, a single breath, to feel a moment safe from death. And in that space, held close to me, an echo of your touch I see. The Lingering Calm It isn't heat, or whispered sound, but a gentle calm, a peace profound. A gentle rhythm, soft and slow, from someplace that my heart still knows. A Petal's Remembrance Like petals waiting for the light, this memory holds the dark of night. A silent grace that can't be rushed, a tender moment, sweetly hushed.

  Rainy Window View View through a rain-streaked window The world outside is a gentle blur, but here, in the quiet moment between the window and the rain, is a perfect peace. The Quiet Grace of a Saint Lucian Morning The world outside in whispered grey and soft, A steady cadence from the roof aloft. Each silver bead that traces down the pane, Is a small bell that chimes away the pain. The Rhythm of the Rain The hurried thoughts that clutter up the week, Now fade to mist, a silence to un-speak. No need for sun, no need for work to start, Just the soft rhythm, a beating of the heart. Gentle Pause This precious pause, where worries find no hold, Is more than treasure, worth more than pure gold. For in this stillness, in this gentle grace, We find ourselves, in our own sacred space. Quiet Comfort Behind the Blurred Pane Like petals waiting for a final bloom, We find our solace in a quiet room. The truest beauty, hushed and softly kissed, Is born within the comfort of the mist.