He says.

All I can hear all day

are the sounds of my music,

singing psalms.

And the occasional whispers

of the blowing wind.

All this silence was

at first, confronting.

The realization of my dependence,

also yielded me

into easing to the rhythm of a graceful release.

In the moment we thought that

God is ever absent,

He is ever present and loud.

In all this stillness,

rest, He says.

Quiet;

be still,

He says.

In unison we stand down,

but only to our God Himself.

To again let Him run the notes and tunes;

all in His perfect synchrony.

The integration of His soul, to ours.

Yield,

surrender to His disruption.

Embrace His sweet cadence.

You’ll see,

your beautiful symphony is here.

In your quiet space:

listen,

He says.