Few might guess, Lord,
that with the pace we keep,
in the midst of our hustle and bustle,
in all our obsessive activity,
that in this commotion
our hearts, indeed yearn, do truly long,
for a still point
that with the pace we keep,
in the midst of our hustle and bustle,
in all our obsessive activity,
that in this commotion
our hearts, indeed yearn, do truly long,
for a still point
in this turning world…
In the midst of it all,
in spite of it all,
because of it all –
our souls yearn, truly long,
In the midst of it all,
in spite of it all,
because of it all –
our souls yearn, truly long,
for respite,
an encounter with you, O Lord,
you, the still point
in this mad, mad, mad, mad world…
We seek the stillness you offer,
the stillness you are,
the stillness you invite us to share,
the stillness of that one, true peace
you, the still point
in this mad, mad, mad, mad world…
We seek the stillness you offer,
the stillness you are,
the stillness you invite us to share,
the stillness of that one, true peace
that knows no brokenness,
the peace that knows no change,
but rather is and only filled
but rather is and only filled
with simplicity, contentment and serenity,
the perfect peace of you who are,
have ever been
the perfect peace of you who are,
have ever been
and always ever will be,
our sweet and blessed assurance
the very peace of God…
Slow me down, Lord,
slow me down
our sweet and blessed assurance
the very peace of God…
Slow me down, Lord,
slow me down
’til I meet you in the stillness,
in the stillness of the peace you are,
the peace that’s yours to give…
Slow me down, Lord,
slow me down,
’til my restless soul
finds rest in you,
the still point
’til my restless soul
finds rest in you,
the still point
in my turning world…
Amen.
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered.
Amen.
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered.
