The Quiet Hour by Laurel D. Rund

 

The Quiet Hour: A Reflection in Image and Word

Sometimes an image won’t leave me—it lingers quietly in my mind, asking to be brought into form. That’s what happened here. Long before the words arrived, I saw the essence of this piece taking shape: a feeling, a vision, something unspoken but persistent. So I followed it, letting the artwork lead the way.

Only after creating the image did the words begin to flow. Not forced, but gently—like they had been waiting for the right moment to speak. Together, the art and the poem hold something reflective, something real. A moment of stillness. A glimpse of what lives beneath the surface of everyday life.

I share it with you from that place of quiet knowing. May it meet you gently, and offer a pause to reconnect with your own inner rhythm.

With heart,

Laurel Diane

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An empty chair.

An open umbrella.

The last light of day spilling across the sand.

Footprints have faded.

The shore is still.

Only the hush of waves—

the soft breath of evening.

The moment stretches wide,

steeped in timelessness.

The chair invites reflection, not rest—

a pause to witness,

to wonder,

to simply be.

Where did the day go?

What remains unspoken?

What waits to rise in the silence?

As the sun drifts toward the horizon,

time loosens its grip.

And for one breathless moment,

nothing more is needed.

Laurel D. Rund