This clamorous old world
Hollers from the moment we wake.
Responsibility governs with a heavy hand,
Arriving early and staying late.
Kinetic energy from resting
Or storing up any reservoirs of potential.
Frantic, frazzled, and fatigued,
Replace steady, serene, and strong.
Make room for stillness,
It will soothe and settle.
Snatch this fleeting moment
from the jaws of the temporal.
Wrench it free from the vise of obligation,
And the demands of each day’s daily-ness.
Fight for it.
Release, even for a few heartbeats, this death grip on duty .
Let Yahweh Shalom’s solace ambush you.
Sit silently in wait for it.
See if the quiet will not comfort and compose.
He can free the frenetic mind too long held captive,
And allow it a few moments of repose.
A brief break from the blast and blare:
A heaven-sent hiatus.