In stillness you, come.
The quiet hits and you tear my pieces to more pieces,
you mend my wounds with more wounds.
Oh God of the still.
Here I breathe in
My constant headache loosens.
You become tangible again.
Someone, I taste and hold, yes, I smell you.
I stopped long enough to breathe in hope, I nearly choked with its unfamiliarity.
It feels a lot like life.
For a moment, my numbness is laid aside and beauty fills my lungs.
I am alive. I am good.
In this stillness, God.
