Be Still

Dear Child,

God does not say today, "Be strong"

For He knows how long the road has been

And how weary you have grown;

For He who walked the earthly roads alone,

Each bogging lowland and each rugged hill,

Can understand.

And so He says, "Be still. The hour is late

And you must rest awhile.

And let life's empty reservoirs fill up

As slow rain fills an empty, upturned cup."

Hold up your cup, dear child, for God to fill.

He only asks today that you be still.

Grace Nell Crowell