You Say Be Still
A Poem by Deborah Rutherford
You say be still; I will.
Oh, I want to be with You, here,
before the day begins.
It is already percolating.
Excitement brews;
a car drives by.
The sun reaches into the house.
Tantalizing my eyes,
draping across the Angel,
next to baby Jesus in the manager.
What are the odds that this is the first place for the morning light to dip its finger?
The sweet love of our Savior
is everywhere.
So, I stay still in my chair,
a blanket over my shoulders,
warm tea
in my hands.
Reading Word, light, love.
Joyful peace.
I praise, glorify, bless.
I am still in Your light,
darkness is gone.
Your radiance
meets me in my shadows
lifting my chin,
Your gaze
I surrender.
The light of the world.
For unto us, a child is born.
Even in the dimness,
Your illumination.
The darkest time of year,
The Holy One is bright.
You burst through the unlit
rescued transformation
brilliance aglow.
Prisms beyond my imagination.
Faith is for things we cannot see;
But we don’t need to see because He does.
Seeing with Your eyes instead of mine.