Be Still My Soul

Have not we all made our acquaintance with struggles, troubles, and trials? When we met them, we did not say, "Happy to make your acquaintance". Nay, When we encountered them, we sought to avoid them like the plague or other Painstaking fellows of ill repute. On many occasions, we have found ourselves in hard places of blooded eyes, rendering void our abilities to discern heaven's good graces. Some of these places were instituted by God, and others were created by us to our own perils and sorrows. Hard places, troubled faces, slowed races, misleading traces, untouched bases, shoes without laces, empty unflowered vases. Unresolved cases, too few resorts and oasies, too many loses and too much waste. So here and now, I do cease and desist. I pause my cause and slow my pace. I resist and refuse to persist in this my self-directed rat race Here and now, no matter the strain, I stop and get off this runaway train. Here and now, I still my restless heart and halt this my senselessness. 051809;posted 091419 This poem was started in May 2009 and completed Sept 14, 2019