Open

Open


Your eyes


The stillness


 Beckons “why?”


“Why won’t you


Slow the pace


So much missed


As you race…”



Sit


And be still


Beyond just quiet


Feel the chill


Of early autumn


Starting to break


Take the moments


Meditate


On me…


On me.



Hear


The soft sound


Echoing 


All around


Creation groans


To be heard


Singing hallelujahs


Above the world 



Stop


Hear the cues


Letting your heart


Beat and renew


Your strength


I am


Always here


Open…


 For you to hear


Me still.



09/11/25

clc



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