I went straight from the Killer Tribes Conference to spring break with my family, so it’s been a little quiet around here lately. But I think this poem, shared here two years ago, is a fitting whisper into the spiritual quiet that precedes Easter Day. I hope it will bless you in some small way and that your Easter will be joy-filled. –Tamara ________________________________________________________ Still, In the stillness Waiting, Waiting still. Not yet joy, Just the darkness, Waiting, Waiting still. Hope In the quiet, Through the darkness, But still Waiting, hoping Still, Still, Still.