Poetry: Symmetry and Reflections

Be Still

The more that I explore

and the more life brings

the less of a clue I have

I just don't know a thing.

From thinkin' and livin'

from lovin' and hatin'

the things I always covet

just aren't satiating.

Some days I'm in this fog

no lantern to guide my path

and I get down to wonderin'

if I've incurred Your wrath,

but from sharin' and learnin'

writin and talkin'

there's so many others lost

in this fog we're all walkin'.

I'm told all the time I'm young

so why does this soul feel so old?

my hearts lies by the hearth

so why does it feel so cold?

I need remindin' and some redefinin'

on what's really important in life

from prayin' and hopin', honesty spoken

every time this truth cuts as a knife.

No one ever got anywhere

by their own accord, its by grace

so why do I work so hard to see You?

doesn't that beat the point of faith?

many days I'm simply searching

for things that I've already found

Your love outweighs anything I could find

bit for bit and pound for pound.

I ask myself too many questions

because at times I don't hear You

yet if silence is golden, I'm too emboldened

I just need to shut my mouth and fear You

I'm always lectured to fight

get up! act first! take your fill!

I'm just tired of fightin' for nothin' in this world

Your voice says only two words

"be still"