Be Still and Listen
Things have been so rushed and hectic with the crisis going on. Waves of emotion, up and down. It is exhausting. This morning I got up and just felt empty. Then my daughter sent me this poem:
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair grows in meWendell Berry
and I wake in the night at the least sound,
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars,
waiting for their light. For a time,
I rest in the grace of the world and am free.
Then my “call from Jesus” this morning reiterated — Be still in my presence while I transform you by renewing your mind.
OK, Lord, I am hard-headed. In the middle of chaos, you call us to trust in you and enjoy the things you gave us to center us back on you. The birds are still looking for breakfast, the hawks and bluebirds are still preparing for spring babies. The water is rushing through the creek to find wider boundaries. The earth, wind, fire, and water are all there, waiting to talk to us.
I will listen silently and follow you, Jesus.