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.