In the Stillness

Amidst the chaos, we rise and fall, Seeking the answer, the reason, the call. But what if meaning lies in the still, Not in the rush, but in quiet will? The world shouts loud, “Be fast, be more,” Yet moments of truth slip by the door. We chase the sun, yet miss the glow, Forgetting peace in the race we know. But purpose blooms in softer ways, In whispered hopes, not hurried days. It’s found in love, in hearts that heal, In standing for what’s deeply real. In the noise, pause—hear the sound, The pulse of life, profound, unbound. Your path is yours, take it slow, In silence, let your purpose grow.