Today I sat still long enough
to notice a bee steal kisses
from a host of willing petal mouths.
To hear the veld beat
with the rhythm of cicada drums.
To sense the shadows shifting
on a pallet of green and gold.
To listen to my heart pounding weariness
and feel the heavy yearning in my bones.
To touch the flicker of longing
What if I stop
straining to gain applause,
striving to be wittier, wiser,
a more eloquent me?
What If I do
yet nothing less
than take my true place here:
kissing and drumming and shining
my own shade of colour into the world?
What if I
Today I sat still long enough.
I wrote this poem after I spent a morning at the Botanical Gardens. I had brought my Bible, my books and a notepad. I was planning to study and read and write (something I’ve been struggling with lately). Instead, I just sat. Sat and watched. Sat and listened. But mainly I just sat. I didn’t pray or open my Bible or write what I’d planned (okay, I wrote the poem, but that was just a reaction to what I saw and realised as I sat!).
It was a beautiful time – just what I needed.
Be still and know that I am God.
Our noisy, busy world drowns out bees, cicadas, our longings, our tiredness, the Truth.
Be still and know.
Sometimes we just need to sit still long enough.