13 October 2012

Unscratched itch

When stillness is a choice
I settle in
When it is thrust upon me as a command
a deep restlessness surfaces
an unscratched itch
May the waters of healing
wash me clean


 
Still for awhile with Sandy

and abiding with Cheryl

 

2 comments:

Theresa Miller said...

Oh yes, may we be refined and molded to His likeness even through our restlessness.

Have a blessed weekend!

Cheryl Smith said...

Oh, I love the thought of stillness being both a choice, and sometimes something that is thrust upon us. I'm not sure I've thought of it like that before. Good stuff!

Related Posts with Thumbnails