Marisa Porter

When I realized the house was completely still and there was nothing tugging at me one way or the other.
When it was as quiet inside of me as it was outside
When all the problems and mayhem of this world did not come to the deepest place of my heart
But You were nearer still.
The quietness is something I do not understand.
But I take it.
I take peace.
For it is by rejecting this peace
That men are led to worry, complain, hate, fear, become bitter, kill.
For we are so small and powerless,
Yet not insignificant.
The smallest part of the gear on a whole massive configuration of wheels that control the world
Not the center
Not the Ruler
But never forgotten.
Never forsaken.
Never alone.