In spite of my racing thoughts I am able to hear You. Your still, quiet voice penetrates the loudness when You say,
Though Your voice is calm amidst the chaos it is so powerful and at the sound of it the other voices shrink into a murmur.
You say nothing else and the other voices begin to chatter more loudly until their noise is, once again, overwhelming and I am fraught.
You speak once more,
“Be still, my daughter.”
And all is silent.