Tuesday Poetry Drop: Quiet
Quiet, searching for meaning?
No, not meaning. More of a cleansing.
An ordained, predestined connection.
Not of some special election,
but of a drifting away from creation.
From our place. From our starting destination.
Why does the beginning seem so far
while I seem so marred.
It is not that the beauty has disappeared.
It is that I have been taught to fear
the path that leads back to God.
He is my refuge, my peace, my rod
and my staff. In Him I will rest.
Only in Him I find my true purpose.