A Series of Poems for Prayers: #4 Teach me to Listen

The round-about
upside-down
spinning.
The ever-thinking
over-analyzing
thoughts in my brain
capsize me.
Silence is tough to find.
I want to listen
to the Only voice
to One who knows me,
to One who holds
all things together.
I want to stop saying things,
stop asking,
stop begging,
and cease striving.
I close my eyes
and open my palms.
I breathe.
I choose quiet
as the sun comes up.
I stop reading,
stop praying,
and stop writing.
I stop.
I cease everything
and listen
and wait
as my thoughts move out
like the low tide.
Oh, the balm of surrender.
Oh, the rest in this Presence.
Oh, the calm in this trust.
Come, Lord, Come.