I’ve wanted to write this one for ages now! I’m glad it finally came.
Still and Small
It sings when silence seeks its own,
When words unwoven will not wait
But flee through flailing fingers to fly
Freely floating upon the winds of worry and fear.
It comes when fury spends itself,
Burning brilliantly to aching ashes,
Leaving embers where the anger boomed and shook the world,
Giving place to tears and then to tired peace.
Then it speaks, still and small,
The voice of truth that brings you to your knees,
The breeze whose gentle joy is sweet surrender,
Wounding you with the wild welcome of wonder,
And lifting you aloft at last on wings of unfading fire.
Deo gloria! Deo gratias!
Until Eternity Is Now! 