And then, I whispered....
Be still; my soul
But how do you still a soul that’s never been whole
How do you quiet a storm that was born in your bones
when your silence itself becomes its own cyclone

See...
I’ve been chasing peace in pieces
knees on broken thesis
pleading with time to rewind what it seizes
but grief doesn’t lease us  it feeds us
like wolves beneath wool in the seasons we pray

I asked God for light
He gave me delay
Said; “Be still; My abd”
But what if stillness feels like decay
Like rot wrapped in ribbons
like faith turned fray

Still...
When my breath breaks in echoes of doubt
when my mind maps exits; but I can't get out
when prayers pour in but the answers drought

Still...
When the doctor said "wait"; and the night said "no"
and my strength got slow but the pain said “grow”
Tell me; how do you still what still bleeds in your chest
When the wounds wear robes and still call it dressed?

But then
in the middle of noise I heard a hush
not silence; no
but a sacred rush
Like a whisper that whittled through marrow and dust
not loud
but just enough to trust

Be still; not as surrender
but a different kind of fight
not giving up
but giving God the right
to write the night with His own hand
I finally understand

Stillness is not pause
it’s power
It’s walking on storms
when the waves still tower
It’s knowing your God’s not late  just slower
than fear would like
but wiser than doubt

Stillness is faith when the map fades out

So now; I stand
not idle; not cold
but still
Not frozen
just bold
Because though the wind may roll and the thunder patrol
my soul is still  and God is in control