Five-Minute Friday: Quiet

There is pregnant silence

the kind that is quietly laboring

and bearing down

and contracting the muscles of the heart

as I sit in the stillness of early morning

about to birth a change in heart and thought

conviction.

A friend once told me to be careful

and carefully pick the hills on which

I would choose not only to run up

and standatop breathless and winded

heart pounding

but also the hills on which

I would choose to die.

And I know

as I reach the point

where I think I just can't do this

I let go

the heart changes

and beauty is birthed

from a dying of my strength

and goodness

and justice

and trusting in His.