To be Still

I see the pavement beneath my feet and bruised clouds up above. The breeze runs soft hands through my hair and across my collarbone and my bag tap-tap-taps against the small of my back. I inhale and with suprise, find the gentlest urge to cry. Not because of a dizzying emptiness or an aching fear, but for once, for a dazzling moment, because there is peace. And I know, this....this is what it is to be still and know that He is God.

If I gain nothing else from being here....this knowdlege alone is enough