A Cadence of Quiet
This morning during my quiet time I came across an index card with a poem I jotted down a few years ago. I needed the reminder it offered today: A cadence of quiet beckons my soul As your unspoken words sweep over it— A refrain sounding and resounding within me. The Spirit’s echo urges refreshing repose from a world of woe. Peace calls my name quietly, and I hear. As another year begins, it causes me to reflect on the ones behind me. Some were full of battles and seemed uphill all the way. Others were peaceful and yielded sweet fruit. Some were give and take. All, however, were full of choices made, and all could have been more than they were, at least in retrospect, if I had yielded to the quiet cadence of the Spirit’s call within me. I thought of all the resolutions being made today by well-meaning people, and although I want to do better, I don’t want to join them with empty words. My treadmill hasn’t