© 2020 Barry Culligan
© 2020 ANZURA, Australia & New Zealand Urantia Association
Amid the chaotic cacophony of the flesh
sits the Silent One,
the Cool Observer,
the Man with the Plan.
Everyone and everything else screams for attention;
the oceans of emotion
are tossed and tumultuous,
but the One
sits,..... still,
like a lake on a foggy morning
soundlessly whispering deep within
the inner recesses of my soul.
Lord, I pray for the power to calm my oceans.
Help me cleanse the Temple
of Your indwelling.
A thousand tumultuous traders
constantly clamour,
Demanding that I deal with them.
But,... amidst the noise,
the hustle and bustle,
amidst the deats and the squeals,
I sense the silence
of One that makes no demand
that requires nothing,
save that which I would freely give.
To this I wish to give my undivided attention.
Lord! Send the whips of your zeal
and cleanse the sanctuary!
let me be filled with but one concern.
Hearing your voice,
receiving your instruction.
Let all else be in silence.
Lord, give a mind that knows you,
the Will that serves you and the
Blessed Stillness of your Presence.