In moments of quiet

In moments of quiet
I find it oft hard to
Be still and let in
The silence

Yet when with
One breath
To take it in
I find more
And more

To begin
To feel
To thrill
In the wonder
Of this

A peace begins
To fill my soul
A presence
Outside my
Control

Begins to fill
The void
So long
Invested
In its own

Congested
By the muck
Of its own
Making

Confusion
Filled dillusion
Yet when stillness
Comes

The silence
Numbs the drums
The beating noise
That too oft my
Mind employs

To rest in this
For all of life
Twas formed
In this

Oh to remain
Oh to regain
That which
Man had lost

For great the cost
To him who
Bears the lost

Yet when found
Such beauty
And wonder
Abound

Hope is found
In this one
Doth ground
All things
Sure

To breathe in
And out
Thy perfect
Grace

Doth fill the void
So long displaced
Now full and flourishing
In faith hath found

All comfort
All healing
In him

Who was
And is
And ever
Hath been

-Joshua Lee Foist