Mental Rest

Pausing just a moment for mental rest,
I find a small place inside of me quiet,
Waiting for Your presence to manifest
In a way I can grasp-body, soul, spirit.
It’s not often my soul stills itself for You,
As rightly I should do more in this riot,
But now, unexpected, I linger anew
Because deep inside I can hear it…

Your voice speaking softly,
You whisper my name-
Calling me closer, wooing my will,
Lord, help me to focus again.

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