Adjust Reality

BRIGHT star! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains [...]

So let the noise subside, And listen deep inside; He will speak; he will speak. But it won’t be an earthquake; And it won’t be fire; Or the whirling wind; Taking you higher. It will be a still small voice; And you’ll have no choice; But to hear; but to hear. – John Fischer