"Come away to a deserted place all by yourselves
and rest for a while"
-Mark 6:31
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Finding stillness on a planet that never stops spinning
straining against its centrifugal force to find solace
to find Center
The ripples subside and my soul becomes glass
reflecting to me my inmost thoughts
my deepest dreams
my Path with impenitent precision
This precious hiatus, this fulcrum
Away from earth's frenetic flood
Where Lost becomes Found
Where the riptide of reason recedes
Where the sanity of the Still and Small resurfaces
and the Communion born of solitude is restored
Thus filled
Thus stilled
I emerge
Resurrected
Ready once again to re-enter
Resurrected
Ready once again to re-enter
the round rhythm
of another Day
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"Rise up, my love, my fair one,and come away"
-Song 2:10