When the Noise Grows Quiet

I lay down the weight of many voices—
the urgent, the loud, the endlessly concerned.
They tug at my sleeves and crowd my thoughts,
each one asking to be answered now.

The world is skilled at filling the air.
It hums and flashes and demands,
teaching my heart to hurry,
training my spirit to skim rather than sink.

But somewhere beneath the clamor
is a quieter call—
not competing, not forcing,
only waiting to be heard.

So I step back from the constant motion.
I still my hands.
I loosen my grip on outcomes and opinions
and let the silence do its gentle work.

In the hush, I discover
that God does not shout.
His Word arrives like morning light—
steady, faithful, impossible to rush.

It settles into the places noise could never reach,
naming truth, steadying fear,
calling me not to escape the world,
but to stand within it, rooted and awake.

Here, listening becomes obedience.
Stillness becomes strength.
And my heart, finally unburdened,
learns again how to hear.

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