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



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!

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