Drop thy still dews of quietness.
Our souls yearn for all that is quiet and noiseless.
We long for your pervading presence.
In solitude and peace we find your very essence.
Our spirits yearn for the deep caverns of faith.
With you teaching us we know we are safe.
How would society exist without recreating your compassion.
Dear Lord, without your love, life would spiral down a deep cavern.
Dear Lord, Drop thy still dews of quietness.
Following you Lord we know we are blessed.
We utter and speak your holy name.
You come to us when we are in distress.
© Andrew Pell 10/03/13