Be Still . . . And Know

How might God be pursued

     be sought

          be found?

Despairing of the answer,

      many give up

      without.

Others double their efforts,

      wearing themselves out with

      the increased demands of  

      search without

           find.

Press in

                  hold on

                                    let go

                  more

                                    less

                  this 

                                    that

                  here

                                    there

Until

                  Exhausted in the hunt

                  For an elusive quarry

                  They stop to catch a breath

And there

                  in the stillness of the stop

                  in the depth of the breath

                  in the surrender of weariness

He comes

He, Who has been searching

                  is found.

Those

                  still

                  giving up their

                  efforts to find

                  are, finally, found.

Those still . . .

                  know.