Busyness

Yesterday, O Lord, was a frantic day
Of running and driving and chasing—
a 24-hour blur of sights and sounds.
Your calm, your still small voice, was drowned
by the rumble of traffic, the boom of stereo loud speakers,
the drone of gossip, the scream of arguments,
the blare of television, the ring of phones,
the pound of headaches that beat like bass drums.

Lost in a circus of sounds, O Lord, was your golden voice
that was a whisper of comfort as soft as a kitten’s purr, a love’s kiss, a child’s embrace.

Buried amidst the cacophony of noise, O Lord, was your calm assurance
that was intended to come as silently as a cloud sailing the sky,
a ray of light, a smile, a bird in flight.

Help me today to rediscover your nearness—
to quiet my soul and hear you speak,
to shut out the sounds of people, traffic, and music;
that I may again hear the sounds of your silence, so deep within my heart.