Holy Thursday

In Stillness


In stillness
You arrive motionless
     speaking silently
     "It is written..."
          on the human heart
as journals of flesh
     testify
     "It is finished!"

In stillness
You await acceptance
     pondering patiently
     "Yes, Lord..."
          from the human tongue
as infrequent frequencies
     cry
     "I am finished!"

In stillness
You move windlike
     whispering wholeheartedly
     "You are Mine!"
          into my human being
as deified dust
     i sigh
     "Thank you!"