too true

We strive with all our strength and soul

To do what life requires,

And somehow while we're on the way

Fulfill our hearts' desires.

And often as the days speed on

Too hard our small hearts beat.

Be still, my soul, the Spirit sighs,

Go sit at Jesus' feet.

There is a road we see too well,

Its features fill our eyes;

A quieter path not far away

We barely recognize.

And we must find our way on both,

Or life is incomplete.

Be still, my soul, the Spirit sighs,

Go sit at Jesus' feet.

The many things we hope to do,

The wholeness God bestows,

The center that unites the two

Are closer than one knows.

There is in us a holy ground

Where prayer and labor meet.

Be still, my soul, the Spirit sighs,

Go sit at Jesus' feet.

-  Michael Hudson,   from Magnificat, July 2019