Missing the kernel
of peace,
I swirl from
chaos to turbulence
and ricochet
off urgency.
Seeking solitude
is my instinct
yet I am
sucked into
the whirlpool of cacophony
and drown.
God is in the whisper,
the background
of silence,
thin and quavering -
strong as steel thread.
Listen for it.
Wait for it.
Breathe with it.
Embrace silence.
Be present
as you await
His presence.
Moses, Elijah,
and Jesus
waited for God
in solitude.
Like fractious infants
we fight
the stillness
we crave.
Imagine
His Father hand
patting us patiently,
nudging us
closer to
the sanctuary
of thinnest silence.
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