Stillness
When I retreatFrom the demands
Of this world
In a desire to approach God,
The clawing cares of life
Lose their grip
And drop away.
My spirit rises up
From the centre
Of my being,
Opening up like a funnel,
And I become conscious
Of Divine peace
And power
Being gently poured
Into me.
By: Honoria (Nora) A. Groves