In Stillness, He Abides

I sit beneath the sun in summer, thinking, contemplating.

I am always considering, asking if I am the only one with these thoughts.

I ponder eternity in finitude, in limited liturgies to the Father.

I ask many things, then still my soul to await the answer.

There are always answers for the seeker, even in absolute silence and stillness.

The days, the ways, the massive quakes of disrupted life,

Much and little, too much and too little, all and none, full yet empty.

Riddles wrapped in enigma, sheltered in shade shaped like sorrow.

And still I have found, rest and peace come on wings of tomorrow.

Hope is undiminished by layers of silence.

Faith remains, strengthened by the blaze.

I know you wonder too, my friends on foreign shores far away.

Is He listening? He is, I can assure you.

I have seen His hand on a trillion threads.

He whispers, not thunders, in still silence… He abides, He stays.

He is All in all, and He manifests in willing hands, in multitudinous ways.

You are never alone.

We are one,

With those who pray.

The times, the tides, they have no power to sway,

So long as we abide, and within Him stay.