For The Days I Need Some Quiet
When I sit inside where light can’t reach, it tells me life is dark.
When I stand outside on the heat of asphalt, it tells me life here is hard.
I need to soak up nature, and breathe.
I need to walk among the trees.
I must learn to see beyond what eyes see. Find stars that aren’t meant for the sky.
I must tune my ear to the song of the fern, that I might hear new whispers of life.
I know better by now, that the greatest light comes in whispers, in tiny things, in those almost-invisible stirrings the hurried will always miss.
I know that quiet means slow. Quiet means small. Quiet means paying attention to intuition when my tired brain is being a loudmouth.
Quiet says “you’re going to be okay.” She smells like lilies, growing in the field. She feels like a sunny summer morning breeze. She echoes the song of “you will find rest for your soul.”
It’s an invitation to wholeness. It says all those broken pieces of my life-stretched heart can be fuzed together again. As long as I let love win. As long as I let life be beautiful. As long as I say yes to listening.
Won’t you step into the quiet with me?