Life is the circus
It is joyful but it stinks at times
The busyness to impress the next is daunting
It takes its toll mentally
Placed on a pedestal for scrutiny
But when the crowd is gone
Satisfied by the show
The stillness is what I long for
The quiet,
Full of peace
With the tempo of a beating heart
Steady timing each breath
I am more than alive
I am truly living.
In the stillness I find Him smiling on me
His embrace warm and familiar
Worry lets itself out the door
As His train fills the room
In my stillness there is no hoping
Just a knowing
That He Is
Crystal Writes 