"In quietness and rest is your salvation" Isaiah

I submit this passage from my diary on an October morning....10-11-2010

The morning sun pries open the grey overcast dawn and triumphs by force to lighten the day; But a forced entry cannot long endure and soon winter will lock the door securely and bar its' entrance for several months. I will enjoy this welcome intruder to my lakeside retreat and hedge my bet that the day will eventually warm up and light a campfire assisting it in its' progress. Long live solicitude, in my outdoors office of pine over head, fire by my side, and pine needle carpet at my feet, and a verdant view of the meadow across the placid lake.

There is a depth to the lake I noticed yester-morn before church that still remains this mid-morning. It is due in part by the heightened water level after heavy rains all weekend, but yet more than physical depth. It is as though all the elements of God's nature in creation; goodness,beauty,peace,were all deposited into the lake having been carried in from the wind and the rain from parts unknown; droplet to leaf, leaf to fallen log, sediment to rivulet, and streams flowing in with arms and hands wide open to receive all the nutriments of life- its' core elements pooled into a reservoir of beauty and peace.

My action this day is in inaction
inaction to trivialities
noncompliance with routine
a break with meter
as I choose my own cadence
of stillest tranquility and quiet peace

Do not dare cry," loafer! "or "vagrant!", for Isaiah says, " In quietness and rest is your salvation.";and I will have my fill of his salvation. In my meditative hours I am ever fully employed in the field of thought , tilling my soil of imagination and pruning my orchard of needless limbs and actions that produce nothing but dispair. Do less and not more and you will accomplish much.Be more and search less. Leverage silence. Let all your philosophy, religion, science,be but one sentence of profound truth ,then distill it down to one word. Whisper that word often and you will arrive at wisdoms' feet. We worship speed yet crave slowness. We demand commodities yet need only bread.