The quiet fills my brain.
Pushing in on all sides, it laughs at me.
Laughs at all the things I have to do, but as of now are still undone.
The silence is loud and screams at me…
to do and do, no time for you.
Guilt chimes in as I contemplate
my day’s, week’s, month’s to-do list.
As the quiet threatens me,
shakes its fist at me,
I hear Your voice…almost as low as the quiet.
The quiet noise retreats at His rebuke and I.choose.Him.