Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Quiet Time

As I gaze through the window
at the slowly swirling snowflakes
I present myself to you
   Here I am Lord
Then it starts
The recesses of my mind
jangling, needling
with unresolved problems
deeply-held anxieties
All jostling for attention
Greedy, needy
demanding 'me first'

But truth be told
I just want to rest
to rest in your presence
No agenda
No 'to do' list
Still my mind
Soothe my senses
Just companionable silence
Togetherness

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