A gentle ball of energy,
A love caught in a rushing stream,
A path laid underneath my feet -
I am waiting to see the life for me.
Be still and know, he says.
But my life is the deepest point of the sea,
it stretches into nowhere, nothing, darkness.
How am I supposed to trust
if waiting only made me an empty carcass.
But a voice comes from deep inside of me -
It casts away the seeds of doubt I've sown.
It whispers to me gently,
Christina. Be still and know.
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Christina K (
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Very, very nice, Christina. Sometimes stillness means more than noise.
Bravo, your poem about hope found in silence. The Power of Silence (against the dictarship of noise) by Robert Cardinal Sarah; is on my desk now.
Hi ChristinA
Be still and know what & who?
Sometimes life asks us to make a leap of faith. Beautiful writing
Good write. Stillness and silence can be so meaningful.
A good write C. Sometimes we feel we must always be DOING, or ask 'What use is being still'?
Yet a prayer at church didn't help much. It's a prayer for silence, just before we're about to start the service and sing. Why pray to shut up, as it were, if we're just about to sing? Doh!
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