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Natural Rhythm
I feel there's something heavy
Pressing on my bones
Medusa's gaze has got me
Turning into stone..
My life needs new perspective
Like some higher place to view
A log jam in my thinking
Or my prayers desire review
It's noisy and unsettling
I cannot find that space
Where I sit and welcome stillness
To caress and kiss my face
A wild storm shouts around me
And the structures rattle out
I need peace and understanding
To explain that noise without
Or maybe just the quiet,
Silent place within
Is the park bench where I settle
While the world creates it's din
As in nature's restful bosom
I can reconnect again
As trees dance to the birdsong
And the rhythm of the rain.
Copyright ©
Christopher Grieves
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