In humble patience, Lord
I still my hands and close my mouth
I neither covet a meal nor offer a petition
neither build another castle nor lay another
plan
In the silence here I rest and wait
until the din in my head dissipates and
I hear Your voice, My Beloved Creator
until my breath, my heartbeat moves in synchrony
to Yours
I discard my distractions, Lord,
for the discomfort of waiting on Your deliverance
You have heard my cries and I am assured that
You know,
not with heady knowledge but with an intimate
heart,
the way to my soul’s contentment
Like an infant I exist in utter dependence
and total expectancy of Your provision
for You alone give care to my body, mind and
spirit
from my miraculous creation to
my triumphant end here on earth.
offered in response to the story of Zacharias, Luke 1:5-25