for stillness
in morning's rough alarm
in the noon of human busyness
in evening's muffled hope
in starless corners of the night.
Whether the stillness is easy
or is wrestled for and won,
the place
for stillness
is no bleak or silent emptiness,
for stillness
is a listening prayer
where Love's voice speaks,
and Love speaks
volumes
to Her child, whose love
for stillness
Love imparts.
