Be Still, My Soul, And Know Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Be still, my soul, and know—
Thou art the Command of the Lord—
The breath he has blown into you.
Command and Commander, never apart,
Like moon and tide, a bond unbroken.

Earth and heaven, stars that gleam,
Are but servants in His court,
Silently dancing in the cosmic stream,
Each to sacred purpose wrought.

All that is, by His will doth rise,
As the tide obeys the moon's decree.
No debt of toil, no anguished cries—
For creation breathes in perfect liberty.

Thou art no slave to the turning sphere,
Nor bound to fleeting dust and time,
Yet weary striving, doubt, and fear
Have veiled thy sublime light.

Arise, O soul, from shadowed well,
Let Faith's pure dawn thy path illume.
Walk as He made thee—whole, and well,
In patience clad, in grace, in bloom.

Let Spirit wake thy slumbering core,
For gnosis gleams, thy true reward.
Be still, my soul, and know once more—
Thou art the essence of the Lord.