Standing Still

The clouds are still, until I stop moving.

Standing still,
perfectly still,

I begin to see.

Slow and steady, they drift across the sky.

But, the longer I sit,
the quieter I am,
the faster they seem to fly:
rolling, tumbling, racing...

Moving along, blown across the sky by an unseen breath.

 And so it is with You, Lord.

Cause me
to be still.

When I am impatient, I miss what You are doing.
It seems You're not working, but as I wait on You, I begin to see.

Lift my eyes.

Remind me that
You are always at work.