Still
Be still heart
The storm will not last
don't let the bitter winds
turn you to ice
Come inside.
Sit still and remember
the seed I planted deep inside you long ago...
....As a child you watered it well without even
understanding, you just fell right down and
cupped your little hands into the river's depth
But now there are other concerns
and they grow up like weeds
around the garden of the child
who played among the reeds...
....Sit still a while and remember
where you found me last
I am always here.
"The eyes to see, the ears to hear"
Just sit a while with me,
your own heart is the eye of the storm
that aches in the skies of your thoughts
See my face and not
the wailing rains and swelling tides
they will subside
the waters still
and then you will recognise once more
my reflection upon the
surface of all things
Child, if you can find my heart and my life
within all
...you will find where yours dwells too.
