In the hush  (Shakespearean sonnet)

The bliss of temperance when it occurred
it was a wish, a dream that came along
the stopper on the bottle was secured
the quiet from the ever throbbing throng

 Clean the clutter, restriction that confines
to rest the heart in the evenings sweet amen
recline among, placid gardens swinging vines
 waking slumber, comes like a long lost friend

Surround me, rest my bones in placid times
my mental state its fabric rent, tired
and bathe my restless heart and troubled mind
know faith will be the liniment desired

 My prayers will be the silent catalyst
Church is hushed in reverence, is a gift