Silent devotions.
From treetops tall
soft twitters resound,
but not one call.

We wait, listen –
a tiny band.
Soft winds murmur
all around.

Let God speak now.
Let us be still.
All else must shatter
as he wills.

The Spirit shall build
a holy dwelling.
Trust in his great
stream upwelling.

In thee we’re strong,
freed from old ways.
Thou alone rulest
here, today.

The Holy Spirit
reigns here free –
awakens, renews
eternally.
Benneckenstein, April 1923