Quiet

358. Quiet

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(Psalm 46:10—–Be still, and know that I am God!)

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I hear no thing—a nothing—where now I sit

the darkness of the nights surrounds my days

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no clatter, no voices crack through the silence

computer keys sound gentle inside the lack of sound

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I feel the stillness as I breathe it in

a candle flame flickers and sways in the no-noise

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I listen for the moving of my brain

I wonder if I can hear what’s underneath

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I never knew God could be so still

In the silence God sifts through the layers

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© Copyright 2003 by Ann Freeman Price

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(This poetry form is a Ghazal. It is created with couplets, each line is complete, and they are often mystical thoughts.)