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.

 ~

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.

~

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.

~

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.

~

I didn’t think I did,

Until I processed in my journal after.

Then I was sure.

Is that cheating?

Probably not.

 ~

Sometimes, we must be still

to see what’s going on around us or

inside ourselves.

~

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.

~

Be still.

How?

Just…

be

still.

 

A Psalm of Worry then Relief

Written 10-9-12, Anna Olson

 

The mistakes of my past weigh heavy on my shoulders.

I try to shrug them off, but they weigh down like boulders.

I try to change the past, but there’s no way I’ll succeed.

I can only change the future which will be better than the past, guaranteed.

I beat myself up over what I coulda, woulda, shoulda done.

But that’s not helping anything, just adding to the weight a ton.

Jesus taps me on the shoulder, but I hardly notice as I struggle.

He clears his throat and randomly announces he knows how to juggle.

I turn to see his face after his announcement so sarcastic.

But my eyes grow wide as he takes a heavy rock from me and tosses it real drastic.

“Can you take more?” I ask, and I follow his gaze to my white-knuckled grip.

“Oh, right,” I say and I try and loosen up as I bite my lip.

I watch the Lord smile as he reaches over to help me.

Then, he takes my burden away completely!

“Anna,” he says as he hands me a gift.

“I’m always right here, waiting!” My perspective begins to shift.

Instead of worrying about my flimsy worries here on earth, I look to Jesus!

Does what I’m doing have eternal worth? Always, always, look to Jesus!

It doesn’t matter what I didn’t do, just what I will.

And since I won’t be doing all that on my own, I can just BE STILL!