The Stillness

Amid the chaotic cacophony

of the flesh

sits the Silent One,

the Cool Observer,

the Man with the Plan.

Everyone and everything else

screams for attention;

the oceans of emotion

are tossed and tumultuous,

but the one,

sits,

still;

like a lake on a foggy morning,

soundlessly whispering

deep within

the inner recesses of my soul.

Lord, I pray for the power

to calm my oceans.

Help me cleanse the Temple

of Your indwelling.

A thousand tumultuous traders

Constantly clamour,

demanding that I deal with them.

But,

amidst the noise,

the hustle and bustle,

amidst the deals and the squeals,

I sense the silence

of One that makes no demand

that requires nothing,

save that which I would freely give.

To this I wish

to give my undivided

attention.

Lord! Send the whips of your zeal

and cleanse the sanctuary!

Let me be filled

with but one concern,

Hearing your voice,

receiving your instruction,

Let all else

be in silence.

Lord, give me a mind that knows you,

the will that serves you

And the

Blessed Stillness of your Presence.