I came across an old poem
“I know an old house on a hill,
A mountain road, a grove, a rill,
And billowed hilltops stretching far
To sunset and evening star.
I take a path through glade and wood,
Deep drinking of its solitude,
And find a spot o’er reached and still
Where peace and poise the spirit fill.
The Master’s presence there is near,
The Master’s plan again is clear,
And far removed from work or strife
I re-appraise the worth of life.
Yet hill and outlook, glade and wood,
The time, the place, the solitude
Hold not the secret of the prayer
The secret place of anywhere.
It impressed on me the verse “Be still and know that I am God”. In this busy world folks often seem chasing a dream they can’t catch, or running from some intangible fear, how wonderful to be still, and in that stillness find the pervading strength and peace of God.