In quietness, you can understand.
There you hear His voice, not that of man.
Scurrying about will never do it.
In silence, not rushing, you hear a bit.
In the solemnness of stillness,
You can reflect with mindfulness.
In loud clamor, much is missed.
Clanging symbols in the midst.
Move away, do not dare look back,
There, the enemy will attack.
Forever gone is the past.
Why hold on to it so fast?
Like a dead man that is gone,
Senseless to drag him along.
A new day is in view.
Dawning morning, fresh dew.
Think about it.
