Quiet
One breath,
One beat of the heart,
In the silence, the second hand ticks.
Pausing in this moment of time –
Is it time wasted, or time to collect my thoughts?
Better yet – this is time to commune with you, Lord!
For when I am vexed, You quiet my soul.
When I look through the window and see the world,
I can see You working in everything.
No life is a waste – You use all.
You mold the common and the noble.
Help me, in this stillness, to always be aware;
You are the sustainer of every breath,
For every soul – Oh God, how deeply you care.
Copyright © Cyndi Cegalis | Year Posted 2017
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