Be still and know…

Lichens brighten, gentle hues;

Seagull’s raucous cry,

Curlew’s plaintive echo

Flies down the length of day

Black slash on landscape

Transport’s thunderous strain

Cyclists race the length now,

Another mile of play.

Godly peace, tranquillity

Creations timeless cry

The hurry or the listening

How shall we spend the hour?

The busy-ness of living,

The work that must be done

Encroaching on the being

Steals quietness on the run.

       ...be still and know that I am God. (Ps. 46:10)

Andrew March June ’02