By Michael W. Raley
The allure of a Saturday morning
Is where I find my spiritual retreat.
The house is quiet.
The coffee is brewed.
The pressures of life lift off of my shoulders
As I reconnect to the moment
And shut out the clatter.
I seek the voice of the Spirit,
The Ancient of Days,
That still, quiet voice,
Who will serve as my guide
And lead me through this life.