Fruit of Stillness

Fruit of Stillness

A Poem by Kelly D. Burris

Quickly I rush in
hurried to find my seat
closing my eyes
feeling the hush rest on me
no movement
hearing the beating of my heart
in my chest
now filling my ears
drowning out the noise
waves of relaxation
breathing slows
my ears listening intently and anxiously
to fill the void of silence
that's now creeping in
I want to open my eyes
but close them tighter
pressing further
into the calm and quietness
that's washing over my spirit,
making it's way thru to
my mind and body
with it pulling the worries
of life behind it
and quickly out of the way
giving place
to nothing...
empty...
blank...
quiet...
peaceful...
I feel the rythm of my breathing
in orchestra with the
beat of my heart.
Ifeel the atmosphere
like a silken robe on my skin
light and soft
it's presence felt in the softness...
I hear in my spirit...
...Him..
speaking
speaking sweetly, lovingly
softly
new life to me... strength comes
abling me to make it in the world,
and an intense desire draws me back
to the stillness
with in
with Him
growing stillness, that
growns and eventually
I carry with me,
out...
out into the busy world
stillness...
that tastes so good.

© 2008 Kelly D. Burris


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This is most definetly the spirit I AM. :)

I love how you have orchestrated it so grandly and yet stayed true to form. great job.

-DeAn

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amen. This was truly a wonderful read, Kelly.

jkb

Posted 16 Years Ago


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This is the perfect description of a few moments spent with God as He meant it to be. Sweet communion resulting in renewed peace and strength... very nicely done.

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