Pause.

 

I rarely go with the flow,
always pushing,
impatient,
moving always into action.
But sitting here still,
as I have to,
then things arise,
words,
sadnesses,
appreciations.
Perhaps I rush to
close the trap,
keep the movement
of reflections’ tide
at bay.
Yet the waves delight
as much as scare,
and I am washed
joyful,
all my loved ones with me.

Ian Keenan. Poemhunter.com.

Awaken us, O Holy One! Too long
Have we been asleep!
Have mercy on your people!
Help us to wait in Silence listening
For your gentle Voice;
Strengthen us with courage to
face the rears within.

Psalm 90. From Psalms for Praying, Nan C. Merrill.