Quiet
Moments of quiet unfolding:
quiet probing my spirit's depths,
like a rose, petals unfolding
to drink in the dawn's sweet breath.
Quiet like the peace that lingered
over the waters the Master stilled;
quiet that in the tomb trembled,
pregnant, waiting to be fulfilled.
Quiet that marched on the victor
robbing death and defeating sin;
quiet that stood in the garden
and shouted, "Christ risen again!"
Quiet that is the cloak wrapping
God the Father, Spirit and Son,
before whom life's vulgar turmoil
surrenders her tongue and is dumb.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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