Be still

By Jessie Savard

Sitting on a summer swing,

Rocking in the gentle breeze.

Moist heat still lingers on the skin’s surface

As the freshness of night extinguishes the burning sun.

The melodious lapping of waves against the shore

Ease the mind into the tranquility of the evening to come

And allows the worries of the world to melt away

As the peace of God floods the mind with gratitude of what the Lord has done.

God whispers, “Be still, and know that I am God…”

Eyes remain closed, allowing the senses to become aware of the surroundings,

While still occupying a dream-like state.

The warm duvet assists with the sleepiness of the room,

As does the aroma of breakfast wafting in through the doorway.

The faint laughter of children mingles with the musical wind chimes.

The never ending to-do list seeps into the mind,

But quickly it vanishes as the peace of God descends from Heaven.

God whispers, “Be still, and know that I am God...”

Standing in the middle of a bustling street

In a thoroughly overpopulated city.

Giant buildings tower on every side,

As pedestrians hustle to their destinations in the harsh fall wind.

The scent of pollution fills the air

Mixed with fresh hot dogs from merry street vendors.

In the midst of everything stands a lone figure.

Despite the chaos, there is a tranquil calmness as the sun peeks out from behind a cloud.

God whispers, “Be still, and know that I am God…”