A Handful of Quietness

Time drives toil.

Toil hastens time.

Life’s syncopated rhythm

Is hard to dance to.

Work determines worth.

Position yields power.

So we

Keep up to get by,

Chase fleeting passions,

Give a grand performance,

Desperate for the inner critic’s acclaim.

Sleep is fitful.

Night is short,

The day, long.

Must not fall behind.

Just one more thing to do.

But

For the one who trusts,

Peace abides.

Surrendered souls fly free.

A handful of quietness

Is what we need.

For He gives to His beloved

In sleep.

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