Can I sit attentive to the voice of many waters and yet move, serve, respond?
Can I act, responsive to a world of burning rubble and yet listen, stop and breathe?
Full of many things, I forget to choose the better part. Caught in mindless bustle, I catch eternity in the friction that grinds to a hault. O bless the failure that drives me kneeward. Bless the gravel that stirs up my knees to stretch and rise.
Road, rain, traffic slow you down
but you are fast.
Your heart pounds to silence the road, and buds
turned inward block out growth.
What speaks is asphalt
and the music in your ears, the hum
of engines idling, the unexpected pause.
is telling another story: look, the clouds
gather round the sun to make it plain.
And other hearts pound beside you,
some with windows wound down, and some
with the delayed expectation of day…
there is movement in another place, and blinking
lights declare the way is near.
Listen: truth today sings in silent stasis
and beckons you to hear.