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January 26, 2012

Felt like a little poem today



A Handful of Quietness

Time drives toil.
Toil hastens time.
Life’s syncopated rhythm
Is hard to dance to.

Work determines worth.
Position yields power.
So we
Keep up to get by,
Chase fleeting passions,
Give a grand performance,
Desperate for the inner critic’s acclaim.

Sleep is fitful.
Night is short,
The day long.
Must not fall behind.
Just one more thing to do.

But,
For the one who trusts,
Peace abides.
           Surrendered souls fly free.           
A handful of quietness[1]
Is what we need.
For He gives to His beloved
In sleep[2].



[1] Ecclesiastes 4:6
[2] Psalm 27:2



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