Aching earth

I can hear the voice of God within,

still but not silent,

infinite in depth,

seamless serenity.

I feel the breeze,

chattering winds,

but my mind

is like a glassy lake.

When within is without,

rest in ease,

His Will is done.

The calm of a fire,

the breath of the sea,

the aching Earth is undone by Thee.

Art by Peter Nottrott