Just after the breaking of the wave,
There is a stillness that settles onto the shore.
When the wave stretches out, and for one brief moment
Relinquishes its roar.
It is fleeting, though,
This kind of settling still.
Yet also calming, like the soft scent of rain
After a downpours’ mighty shrill.
Impossible to capture is rest free of gale,
Or to maintain peace absent wintering wind.
This type of rest is but elusive,
It rushes off ‘ere washing in.
Such calm cannot linger
For like the waves, it ebbs and rolls.
Only rest found by abiding,
Brings about the still with which God bestows.
Do you ever wish the storms would cease?
Do you long to stay beside still waters?
We can find peace by abiding in God, even when the storms have not yet subsided.