I meet him in the places
Where all my thoughts are stilled,
The answering with silence of
His peace, and all is well.
A summoned quietness falls
Around.
An answer as each question calls
Is found.
I seek now to remain
Within this place,
I wrestle to behold,
To seek his face.
A questioning as every thought is torn,
Until my will in his own will is borne,
My breathings twisting, writhing rise,
With folded wings will greet the silent morn,
The gentlest breeze, the calm of Paradise.
I meet him in the moments
When all my thoughts are stilled
The answering, with silence of
His peace, and all is well.