Still dews of quietness
From The Brewing of Soma:
Drop thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Thy peace.
Breathe through the hearts of our desire
Thy coolness and Thy balm;
Let sense be numb, let flesh retire;
Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
O still, small voice of calm!
— John Greenleaf Whittier, 1872
Quaker poet
Today’s Invitation
Listen for the still, small voice of calm.
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