QUIET PLEASE

My times of prayer are mostly done in quiet solitude, but internal impulses often make my meditations feel like rush hour on the Los Angeles Freeway. Random thoughts, daily concerns, carping accusations from the evil one and incessant problem solving noisily crowd into holy space carved out for God alone. Like highway road signs for the lost traveler, the Holy One hangs patiently overhead, quietly instructing and directing me to the intended destination. Glorious God, only You can quiet my soul. Silence my thoughts and calm my inner storm. You are my peace; I await Your voice.