The busyness of my days, have been like cicadas abuzz on warm summer nights that rob me of the still quiet that I long for and for which You now call me into.

I imagine Your voice as a soft breeze against my cheek and I hear your whisper.

I pause and will myself to turn to You and once there, breathe in Your essence.

You say my name, I shake off the thoughts of the day which like pieces of cobwebs that have no true spatial design nor value, dissipate with a breeze.

And then muster up boundaries like walls to push out all distractions. Creating a courtyard where I lean in and there I find You waiting.