The Stillness We Keep
When Nothing becomes Everything

We Sit in it,
The Stillness…
A pause in precious time.
A communal breath suspended.
A single hue in life’s prismatic light,
Caught in amber, like insects of old.
We search within,
Waiting…
The space left between words,
When unspoken becomes speaking,
When unbroken becomes breaking,
In suspended statues, shadows eating silhouettes.
We wait in it,
The Silence…
When nothingness feels more like presence.
When focus shapes formation,
Reformation becomes formula,
For us, the Found — an inheritance realized.
We ask with,
A Willingness…
“A vessel have you prepared for me,
As was written of me in the scroll of the Book.
I have come to do your will.”
As formed clay, in breath, we breathe blessing.
We Yield in it,
Our Surrender…
When All is simplified in the All.
When Future intertwines with Eternity.
When life becomes Love, in Love with the Life.
When Now is the ever-present moment in Him.
We labor for it,
Our Sanctification…
Flesh given purpose through Incarnation,
Eternity embodied, embers embraced within,
Temples sprinkled with blood made sacred,
We are Resurrection — worshipping the Father in Spirit and Truth.
And now we,
Retreat,
Retire,
Digest,
Reflecting our Sire.
As always, Dust,
For you,
To you,
From Him,
In me