Be Still

The nights are getting easier and much more enjoyable. All of us in the family know what to expect. After playing, snuggles, nursing, reading, prayers and lullabies, I lay down my two little sweeties’ heads and kiss them both into a peaceful sleep. There’s a sense of comfort from our routine, a realization that it’s time for quiet, for rest.

After walking out of the very silent room where my little one’s were drifting into dreamland, I felt this amazing sense of peace, contentment and stillness come over me. I don’t want to lose this feeling (although I know it is temporary) and so I started flipping through some poems (as I tend to when I am looking for inspiration). This fit how I am feeling now.

The Moor
by R. S. Thomas
It was like a church to me.
I entered it on soft foot,
Breath held like a cap in the hand.
It was quiet.
What God was there made himself felt,
Not listened to, in clean colours
That brought a moistening of the eye,
In movement of the wind over grass.

There were no prayers said. But stillness
Of the heart’s passions — that was praise
Enough; and the mind’s cession
Of its kingdom. I walked on,
Simple and poor, while the air crumbled
And broke on me generously as bread.

Blessed Feast all.



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