Out here I am weightless, or grounded, or both. Smooth, cool grass curling up around my heels, filtered between my toes, flittering softly. Darkness above me and here below. I brush my own shoulders lightly for just a touch of warmth—an inside connection to the “outside” me which I think must surely appear as if crumbling in panic, in crisis, in chaos. But I’m not and I don’t. “Outsiders” even say I look like I am holding it all together. But it’s not me who is doing the holding. I am held. Again, and again, and again, and still. Silence is breathing about me in words the “outside” me hears inwardly. Flowing, like prayers. My eyes adjust to a myriad of twinkling lights. Be still. And know.
a river of starlight
the stillness of knowing
He hears me, too
“Be still and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10
© 2026 Jennifer Wagner
dVerse Haibun Monday: Silence
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