Be Still And Know That I Am God

I am tired of talk, I am weary of words

Too many, too much causing a lot of noise

That deafens my ears.

I feel inundated under a sea of seeds

Worthless until they are planted somewhere.

Encased in a hard shell until opened in the depth of the soil.

A world full of empty chatter void of any meaning

A world full of empty promises and temptations…Hush, I say

Stop, look, and listen to Nature that surrounds you every day.

Creation is silent and still yet it forever declares the essence of God

The seed have been planted and now silently speak forth with fruit

The very meaning and essence of life without one word being spoken.

The fruit are their words; are their teachings; are their sermons

Stop, look, and listen and we will hear God’s words, transformative words

Pure, unadulterated, full of creative energy causing all things to BE.

Our treasure is there, hidden in plain sight

For those who have eyes that are clear and ears that are open

Uncluttered and waiting to hear the silence speak and stillness share     

The Wisdom of God