A Poem

My body on the mend

My heart torn into pieces

My thoughts fogged with scattered thoughts 

My Soul longs for stillness. 

I need Time

To acclimate this tiny frame

To pick up the pieces of this messy Being

To silent my mind

To quiet my Soul

Be still

Be quiet

And listen

I need Space

To Sit in Silence

To hear words of Wisdom

Healing my heart with Truth

Fending my mind off fear

Be still

That’s when I find comfort

In the Silence

With its sweet melodious sound of beckoning

With its thunderous voice encouraging 

“You are on the right path, my Child

Use those messy pieces as stepping stones

Small steps

Gentle sweeps

Small ripples.”

Be Still, my Soul

Silence is speaking...