Black lettering reading Be Still above an ornate cross and Ps 46:10 below, tattooed on the inner wrist in a lettering style.

Be Still cross and Ps 46:10 on the wrist

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows the words Be Still in flowing script above an ornate cross with looped, petal-like arms, and the reference Ps 46:10 beneath it. It is worked in solid black ink with smooth, even lines and no shading. The design is centred on a pale forearm photographed close up against a dark background.

Lettering Forearm Cross Script Scripture

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brother Osric had rung the bell for the Hours for thirty-one winters, and in all that time he had never once heard the bell itself. He heard only the rope burning his palms and the cold sliding down the tower stairs to meet him. So when the abbot sent him up the hill to the old quarry chapel to fetch the candles the masons had left behind, he went grumbling, counting his steps the way he counted everything.

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The masons had gone home at harvest and taken their noise with them. The chapel was quiet in a way the abbey never was, a silence with edges. Light came through a narrow window cut in the shape of a cross, its arms opening out like petals. On the altar lay a box of tallow candles, and beside it a slate with a line scratched into it by someone with a patient hand: Be still, and know. Osric read it twice, then a third time, because the words seemed to be waiting for him to finish them.

He sat down on the cold step to argue with the slate. He argued about the candles, about his knees, about the abbot's temper and the sheep that had got into the orchard again. The light crept across the flagstones. Somewhere below, the bell gave its noon stroke, and he felt it in his teeth before he heard it, and for once he did not count it.

When the sun was low he walked back down with the box under one arm. The abbot met him at the gate and asked why he had been so long. Osric opened his mouth to explain and found he had nothing to say. He handed over the candles. The abbot looked at his face and said nothing either, which was the kindest thing the old man had done in years.