Wednesday, March 4, 2009


be still, in silence
you are blinded
to my great peace
when you do not seek
the stillness with me;
you see a wall of worry
which my quiet gently lifts,
behind- my peace
as a still water in gentle light.
in the busy-ness
you hear the restless prattle
of evil's lies
but when you still yourself
i may place
the spittle & mud in your ears
to quiet that disonance,
then you may hear
the symphony of my creation
of joy, of calm.
let me touch you
in your quiet center
& hold you like a child
because you are my dear one
& i desire that you rest awhile.