Save only the humming of fans and the muffled chirp of little birds in the pine tree next to my window.
I can close my eyes and let my mind float in the velvety stillness that is here.
Quietness; a healing salve. A restorative. Life.
I am remade in silence. In solitude. It is for me more valuable than any other gift.
It is in these moments that I feel the breath of G-d in my face.
Turbulent waters of a busy soul are commanded. A stormy sea becomes smooth as glass.
Those memories once hidden float slowly to the surface.
In this moment I can bear it.
In this communion of quiet between my Maker & I, I am able to obey and to Be Still.