Be Still ...

Waves crash with thunders roar

Washing sandy beaches clean, 

Before 

Receding back into the sea.

 “Be still and know that I am God!”

Streams tumble through rocky crevice

Over leaves of orange and rust.

Swirling 

Into ponds of clear blue water.

“Be still and know that I am God!”

Cold water laps the shore each morn

Till sun’s bright warmth draws it 

Spiraling

Like miniature tornadoes toward the sky

“Be still and know that I am God!”

From feathery hemlocks and gnarly oaks 

Birds of blue and yellow and black

Sing

And fly to greet the dawn

“Be still and know that I am God!”

City bustle. Voices shouting. Motors. Horns

That stab your ears and pierce your brain. 

Hurry.  

Schedules to meet. Places to go.

Still 

         "... know that I am God"

"Be Still and Know that I am God"  - Matthew 8: 23-27