This clamorous old world

Hollers from the moment we wake.

Responsibility governs with a heavy hand,

Arriving early and staying late.

                                                                                                                                                                   Adrenaline keeps

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.

Take it.


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One Response to Quiet

  1. tjpete2013 says:

    Great! You are really, really good at this. So proud of you.

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