The light slants from the south
casting shadows in its wake
startling the afternoon
– a breath of brilliance
before the final
sigh –
and the sun falls
into darkness

Daylight comes late and leaves early
dark more than light,
and yet,
busyness takes over
calling out You must!

while inside
my soul whispers
be still
for just a
be still.


About Terri C Pilarski

I am an Episcopal priest serving a delightfully progressive, interesting, creative congregation. I have been married more than half my life to the same man. We have two grown children, plus two dogs and two cats, although the number of four legged household members changes from time to time. I love to garden, knit, read, and play on Facebook or with my blog. I have been a practitioner of daily meditation since I was nineteen. I practice yoga five days a week and walk every where I am able too.
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6 Responses to Still

  1. Just wanted to say that I love the new picture!

  2. ElastiGirl says:

    beautiful poetic description of the tension of advent. thank you

  3. Gannet Girl says:

    Beautiful, May you find some Thanksgiving peace today.

  4. Sherry says:

    Just moseying around the blogs today trying to recharge my emotional engine. So very glad I stopped here Mompriest. Your words are so soothing. Lovely piece indeed. Blessings and happy holidays!

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