A haven,
A shelter,
Arms wide open, welcoming all under your wings.

You see all, yet stay silent, beckoning us to come, to sit, to be still.

To listen,
To ponder,
As you gently rock your arms to and fro, slow and soft.

You stay steady, firmly grounded, this silent witness, never asking or demanding, just beckoning…

To those who would heed your call

To stop,
Be still,
Be silent and know that He is God.