Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Thy peace.
A verse from 'Dear Lord and Father of Mankind'
which I was reminded of,
as these droplets of water hung on this blade of grass.
When I was younger quietness was an artificial constraint,
imposed on me by others,
It was not something I sought unless I was reading a book....
Now, just to be able to sit,
in peace,
away from harsh music & noise,
with no feeling of rushing,
is something that brings rest and peace.
But like the droplets,
I do not remain,
there are photos to take,
tasks to be accomplished,
emails to send,
Words to be written.
I struggle against taking time out,
allow my free time to be squandered on Facebook,
I get mesmerised by my mental list of tasks,
and yet i know,
that I will find my tasks easier
if I invest in quiet time .
