Tired-Not the sleepy kind

Tired of effort,
Worn from the fight.
Thoughts race,
Opinions rise,
Speculations distract,
Rumors wound.

Silence is a virtue.
Quiet is under rated.
Even as an extravert,
Being still,

Resting

Quiet,

Silence,

is gold.

Too many

man made rules.
Too many walls.
So many subjects,
Too many words.

I like words

and yet sometimes
There are too many;
Spoken,
thought,
shared.

Words are not always preceded by thought.

Everyone wants to be heard,
No one wants to listen.
Everyone wants to be right,
Cutting edge of thought
and opinion.

A voice crying in the desert of my soul says :
“Be quiet, Be still,
Spend time in My Word.”

What is the rest?
Noise,
Interference,
Static.

Turn off the world and let me hear you Lord.
Turn off my mind and whisper my name.
All that’s within, Give it to Him.
Make still Lord, Come heal Lord,
And whisper my name.