In the Stillness, God.

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.

By |2018-11-14T18:59:10+00:00November 14th, 2018|Glory, Healing, Poetry|Comments Off on In the Stillness, God.

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