Found

I meet him in the places

Where all my thoughts are stilled,

The answering with silence of

His peace, and all is well.

A summoned quietness falls

Around.

An answer as each question calls

Is found.

I seek now to remain

Within this place,

I wrestle to behold,

To seek his face.

A questioning as every thought is torn,

Until my will in his own will is borne,

My breathings twisting, writhing rise,

With folded wings will greet the silent morn,

The gentlest breeze, the calm of Paradise.

I meet him in the moments

When all my thoughts are stilled

The answering, with silence of

His peace, and all is well.