It has no right to be here, like an intruder stillness invades my soul.
To say it overwhelms me would suggest some external calm envelopes me, however the truth is the stillness rises from within, as if tapping in to an ancient well, foundations sunk over many generations.
How the rain falls and the wind blows, ferociously all around me. Yet, in the moment of greatest contention, a stillness rises, my heart beating in communion with my maker.
Life, life, life
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