Thought
Fearful forest dwelling beasts
Alert to all the dangers round
Protect, preserve home and life
As senses scan the sky and floor
The rustled leaf and crack of twig
Shifts the ready attention easily
No different in our daily life
Same instincts duly tend to rule
Along with coffee, news and job
With a homely mortgaged nest
Preserve competing in the herd
Alert still to the dangers heard
Sounds come to ears in waves unseen
So used are we to soft and loud
But when within deep silence reigns
And calmness finds its real home
There is the still sweet voice of God
That lifts the body mind and soul
Prayer
Lord, let me sit in your presence, a mere child; Let me allow your presence and grace to bathe me in stillness; stillness of body and stillness of mind that is your very throne room. Let the peace that passes all understanding pervade.
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