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Be Still

Life had accelerated
to a dizzying pace
do this-
go there-
a madcap race
that made no sense
no reason or rhyme
but you never noticed
for who had the time?

You meant no harm
but spiritual disciplines
that once meant so much
~ had to go ~
as they seemed outmoded
cumbersome and slow
so you filled their place
with easier ideals
cheaper tools
with mass appeal
to carry on
your frantic
climb
 
But over time
the rope you clung to
tattered and frayed
suddenly giving way
and down you fell
into your well
of good intentions

Now life postponed
your journey stopped
halted
hindered
barricaded
blocked
you seem surprised
and even shocked
at the taste of this
bitter pill
for you've forgotten
how to Be Still

For stillness seems such a
waste of time
must be doing
efficiently producing
busy machines
on assembly lines 
but no-
for now, at least
it all must cease
and Be Still

“Be Still and Know...”

Know what?
That your life
was in a rut
until He kindly
set you free-
free to be
Still

“Be Still and Know...”

By blinders or bits
using any means
necessary
He often tames
rebellious wills
like we break wild horses
turning minds around
changing life courses
by making us
Still

“Be Still and Know...”

Life, and what you hold
were never
in your control
during development
of character
through means
not preferred
painfully spurred
toward the goal
of a more perfect
soul
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Dietrich Avatar
December 31, 2018 at 5:20 PM
great message poem, Rhona. It's hard for me to let my mind be still, and so I have insomnia. I admire people who can relax their minds!
Mcferran Avatar
January 1, 2019 at 4:08 AM
Thanks! I struggle with that sometimes, too. The mind can be a very difficult thing to shut off sometimes! ;)
Capitano Avatar
December 27, 2018 at 7:38 AM
Yes, the pressures of life can really take our attention but meditation slows us down, gets us to breathe again and rest in tranquil abiding. Namaste.
Mcferran Avatar
December 27, 2018 at 9:18 AM
Very true... Namaste. ;)
Makama Avatar
December 22, 2018 at 9:09 AM
Sometimes we need to pause from our busy hustle and bustle life to reflex, rethink, restrategize and even re-evaluate. To be still is needed to heal the weariness from the daily pressures suppressing us.. Great poem. Merry Christmas Rhona and a happy 2019.
Mcferran Avatar
December 22, 2018 at 8:57 PM
Thank you so much, my friend! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you, too! ;)
Faulkner Avatar
December 19, 2018 at 4:39 PM
So true in the rush of the times to just learn to stop and enjoy the silence...
Mcferran Avatar
December 19, 2018 at 4:43 PM
Thank you, yes- it seems to be a (nearly) lost art!
One Avatar
December 18, 2018 at 2:27 PM
Wow... not only do I love this poem, I love how you formatted it.. i think that is very important in the impact of a poem...
Mcferran Avatar
December 18, 2018 at 5:43 PM
Thank you, my friend! So glad you liked it! ;)
Kiser Avatar
December 17, 2018 at 7:50 PM
Soul guidance comes from above and when we ignore it, troubles ensue but, they remind us to head right back into our soul for the next guided step in life. Well penned.
Mcferran Avatar
December 18, 2018 at 5:43 PM
Thank you so much for the thoughtful comment! ;)
Krutsinger Avatar
December 17, 2018 at 5:49 PM
This part calls to me as I am not still until He lands me down and out, and sits on me hard. " down you fell into your well of good intentions Now life postponed your journey stopped halted hindered barricaded blocked you seem surprised and even shocked at the taste of this bitter pill for you've forgotten how to Be Still" - I am still today. Have had two naps, thanks to a viral infection. Thanks for the reminder of why He has to do this to me. It truly is the only way to make it happen.
Mcferran Avatar
December 18, 2018 at 5:39 PM
I understand SO WELL... This was inspired by an illness that nearly killed me a couple of years ago. As I was lying flat on my back, struggling to breathe, all I could think was that this was the only way God could get me to just stop & be still!! Pitiful that it had to come to that, but I guess we just don't know how to slow down sometimes...! Hope you are feeling better today!
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