Abide

It is a chore to sit here,
  letting the silence flood me,
    letting all thoughts assault.

Yet here I sit trying to be,
  be still and know nothing,
   be still and know God.

Can it be done, with
  all that is spinning on,
   cares, worries, the future.

Or is it learning ever,
  to let go, be still,
    sit and abide in me.