When He comes

Sometimes a stillness steals

of a sudden upon my soul

amidst the roar and rush,

the drudge of daily doing -

from half-formed thought - I scarce can tell –

there I am in a hiatus, a hush:

the slightest breath of a summer breeze,

the whirr of a wing

the settling of feathers –

and an all-pervading Peace

like the pristine dew at dawning

percolates through my whole being;

and then my spirit knows

that You have come

spreading Your Wings around –

and healing, honing through me flows

and in that tryst of waiting – I am whole

as Your Beauty and Strength me seals.

Helen Seeley

11.07.10