Quiet

           Still, and I am drinking it in. Calm, all but within as the air fills with tension from inside, knowing the moment will soon pass, the moment of quiet. Sitting. Reflecting. Bracing for the transition somehow.


            Gone. Sweet stillness runs away and I am left. Noise replaces the serene as activity grabs rest by the hand, then both hands, pulling with great force all while rousing such peace toward anything except that.


             Quiet. Somehow this remarkable grace enters the thing called activity and living life. Some way, quiet enters a life: mine. Even in the unrest the transformation is felt, Heaven opens in my soul and Jesus is working, empowering weary and worn ones (like me). This is when life stops running, takes time to say hello to contentment and have a conversation, allowing this beautiful transformation to happen as growth sets in and makes whole this divided way of being. This is where all is as it should be: quiet, truly at peace to live this gift called life; even in the busy and restless.

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