In stillness

When all the noise is silenced
and I withdraw to a place alone;
when I take the load I’ve picked up
and find a spot to lay it down;
when all the inner turbulence
ceases to hold my attention and,
for  want of heed, subsides;
when I sit in that quiet stillness
for as long as it takes,
however long it takes,
finally the dense clouds part
and  as Your breathtaking beauty
comes into focus,
the thing I notice most
is the scars in Your hands,
the price Your love was willing
to pay to rescue me.

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