Quickening

The beating of my heart measures the pace of the silence
It’s quickening
It’s where words cease and the Spirit moves
It’s quickening
The flesh learns the act of decaying to bring about something beautiful
It’s quickening
A new melody plays setting the tune on the path to walk
It’s quickening
The days longer and nights shorter yet still governed in its own
It’s quickening
Flowers pushing forth through dried up dirt
It’s quickening
The elements of creation displaying the revolution stirring
It’s quickening
It’s what cannot be explained and where words always fail
It’s quickening
There’s a restoration in the midst of eternal breaking
It’s quickening
The beating of my heart aligns with the pace of God’s moving
It’s quickening
God has been ever sovereign still, the ordainer of all time
But my heart quickens
Because I am learning to see and respond
That's quickening