STILL

Racing down life’s road we go,
Searching and feeling to and fro,
Seeking to find the answers of life,
Encumbered with troubles, hardship, and strife.

The wind in our face is artificial we know,
A result of the speed of the pace which we go.
It’s cutting and dry; straight in our face.
Our only concern - to stay in the race!

Curves and hills, we take them in stride,
Totally concerned with this Earthly pride.
Nature occasionally makes us slow,
Then healing comes; away we go!

Not taking time to consider this life,
But dealing again with trouble and strife.
Considering accomplishments, we sparkle and glow,
But the answers to life, we still don’t know.

The wind we feel, is still in our face,
Time and toil have slowed our pace.
In view of the paths we’ve now been down
Many of our decisions cause us to frown,

We slow and stop to consider a choice
In  soft natural wind - we hear a voice.
A voice now distant -- subtle and low,
Is now directing us, toward the paths we should go.

The voice is telling us the wind in our face,
Would not be with us, except for the race.
The voice gets stronger! - and louder! - and near!
Words from the past , begin to become clear.

The words we hear are about a "Staff and a Rod",
The answer to life! "Be still and know , I am God".

Barnum Taylor © 1992