Be Still

Be still amid parching, brushing sandstorms
Each foot sinking into warm rippled dunes
Escaping by oily orange sunsets
Just the crush of sand and silent tunes

Be still immersing amidst fizzling foam
In freedom and waters refreshing the soul
Submerging beneath the whitecaps that roam
Gazing at the heavens whilst standing in shoals

Be still amongst the wilderness voices
In solitude where spirit often wafts
The trills of birdsongs and crunch of leaf litter
In the fields where gales blow calm

Be still in exaltation and in praise
Peace in God’s spirit for the coming days

Be still amid parching, brushing sandstorms
Each foot sinking into warm rippled dunes
Escaping by oily orange sunsets
Just the crush of sand and silent tunes

Be still immersing amidst fizzling foam
In freedom and waters refreshing the soul
Submerging beneath the whitecaps that roam
Gazing at the heavens whilst standing in shoals

Be still amongst the wilderness voices
In solitude where spirit often wafts
The trills of birdsongs and crunch of leaf litter
In the fields where gales blow calm

Be still in exaltation and in praise
Peace in God’s spirit for the coming days