Jay Chambers

What a mysterious word
Its function,
Is lost to the sands of time

It comes at the end
Of a line of tension
But can also be
A sigh of sweet relief

It can be the dividing place
Between waters that roar and are troubled
And streams that make glad the city of God.

It is a time
Where we go from
Lying awake on our bed
To sweet, God-given rest.

Selah can also be
The stillness found
In the eye of the great hurricane
That destroys all in its wake.

It can be found
In what time we find
In the midst of our toil
And our tears

Reflection so sweet
It makes glad our soul
With waters found
Flowing from streams above