John Hardison Poet Narrative

The Stillness

The Stillness.

The roaring brook did shine upon the wet
rocks, as does the sun and the moon on the
new fallen snow.

I walk alone, alone having only one thought
in mind. Some God must have made all this
Listen, listen, to the sounds.

The brook, the car, the bird, the airplane,
the wind, all have their own sound breaking
into the stillness. But still not fazing it.

If the sun and the moon can say it any better,
let them. I heard their cry in a snow flakes,
eye. The same stillness. Only more.

If I were Lord over all that came, all that is past
and all that is to come, I would say Amen
again and again with only stillness in my glee.

There seems to be a well of stillness, ever
flowing into the sea of life, from whence there
is no escape. I am a part, you are a part.

There is a heaven or hell into which we have
all died. A blessed stillness, a barrier  that
divides God from man. A stillness, with Love   
and reverence for it. For before it, is God.

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Skat A July 13, 2015 at 1:04 AM John, Congratulations on having your poem featured this coming week. **SKAT** John Hardison July 13, 2015 at 7:01 AM Thank much. Proud. It's one of my favorites. Peace, Love and Joy.

Toquyen Harrell January 11, 2015 at 12:49 AM Sometimes we feel distant from God. But we have to know that that is when God is coming closer to ones. Great poem, John. You sure captured it :) John Hardison January 14, 2015 at 11:42 PM Thanks for your input. Distants often come when we are close to him. Our felling of unworthiness play the part.