Still.
Still.
Still.
Let my soul be as still as the egret
roosting in the red cedar tree
while I wait for God’s guidance to dawn.
Still.
Still.
Still.
Let my soul be as still as the bay grasses
when the wind has stopped its fussing,
so that I wait without distraction for God’s peace.
Still.
Still.
Still.
Let my soul be as still as the soaring osprey is patient,
hovering and watching for a glint of fish below;
let not my soul be discouraged as it strains to see God.