Why does the breeze ripple the lake everywhere but in its center?
Why is the center so still?
Is it because it’s gone deep in the center?
Or is it because it’s simply centered?
And can’t be ruffled?
Or touched by the wind?
I am hushed.
A Five Minute Friday repost from the archives on the word prompt: Still
He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed.
~Psalm 107:29 (NIV)
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