Tehillimandpoetry

Even in silence there is a noise

A holy clamouring

That hushes

To press out the world

Locking the doors...

So the soul

Can sit

And stay

To wait

Until the mind

Ceases its wandering

And it’s worrying

Reaching inward

To a place of quiet still

Where He touches

The depths

Of deep grief

With His gentle whisper

“Let My nails

Take the pain”

And shalom falls