A Poem on Being Still

It’s easier to hide behind a pen

Than saying things out loud.

It’s easier to detangle thoughts through my fingers

Than to quietly

think.

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BE STILL!

I hear the voice.

But how?

I journal and pray there daily.

BE STILL!

I hear proclaimed again.

“How am I supposed to do that?”

I reply.

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I set down my pen.

And I think.

So many decisions,

but I can’t hear anything.

Be still.

It is suggested that I fast

by someone who’s opinion I trust.

And so I didn’t write.

For four days.

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Writing is how I think.

It’s how I communicate.

~

Four days?

 But it’s possible.

Anything is.

Anything is possible when God’s there.

And though I didn’t hear

The answer I was looking for,

I heard

something

else.

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I didn’t think I did,

Until I processed in my journal after.

Then I was sure.

Is that cheating?

Probably not.

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Sometimes, we must be still

to see what’s going on around us or

inside ourselves.

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God is there, waiting for us to listen.

What is listening?

How do we do it?

Everyone’s God language is different,

So I can’t tell you.

I’m not sure I can tell you mine,

though I know I’ve heard him many times.

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Be still.

How?

Just…

be

still.