Still

I’ve made stillness

into one shape

to be held together

by my own restraint

I’ve made stillness

into only one place

where thoughts of perfection

must create the time and space

to logically operate

Yet when the sea is still

it still moves

slow, weak, quietly

it moves

To be brought on a journey

He set in our hearts from the beginning

A path we’ve been walking on for awhile

without always understanding

Maybe peace isn’t making sense of it

because perhaps it never will

But peace instead is the steady light

to look back on Someone who always was,

who always is

who always will be

What if the search for new

is really the search for old

a coming back home

the story we’ve always longed to be told

What if finding my purpose

looks a lot more like grace

Not a search at all

But a fumbling trace

into the arms of my maker

Just as when the sea is still

so will I

Dependent on my Creator

I will move

Maybe this is stillness

Not a shape to be held

but an invitation to move

for His arms were always holding me

Maybe this is how it always was

and forever is meant to be