Stilling Poems

when death comes

When death is spoken
the word clings to the skin
like a heart, once broken
not knowing how or when

when death comes to call
the tears feel like the wind
stilling the spirit of us all
wondering how we’ve sinned?

When death is on the mind
there is a feeling of such confusion
might our time - life just rewind
was it all just a great delusion?

when death brings its shadow
and our hearts feel so alone
nothing we can buy or borrow
to silence the fears we’ve known

when death tells its story
there is nothing we can say
we’ll simply move to glory
leaving life, where we always pray…

for our lives to shine with love
for our purpose to be achieved
for our spirits to go home, above
leaving behind friends who grieved

Proclamations

Love stirred my soul, rousing an aspiring fire
passions swelled, feelings exploded with delight
gentling hope and grace soared higher and higher

whispers of joy pour out stars across the night
stilling the shadows with songs of careful bliss
moon beckons to the spirit, glowing so bright

only God knows how I long for morning’s kiss
life reminds me why there are no words so sure
as the sincere dreams of one I’ll always miss

from a faithful heart who will ever endure
the sadness and pain, grief filled with darkest shame
these are the times when love’s music will secure

there are times when I know my doubt is to blame
still, His love prompts me with PRAISE I must proclaim

Cosmos

free state
   need resuscitate
   can’t hesitate
   to evaluate
   then elaborate
   specious debate
   too late
   dare dedicate
   stilling hate
   egos inflate
   do perpetuate
   inevitable fate
   armageddon date
   will not wait
   lest we consecrate
   civil complaint
   with new translate

Ways of the Heart

whispers of light fall against the naked breath
erasing the shadow who hesitates, beneath the calm
stilling the gentle tears who linger in the heart
pouring out the blessings, a jewel in heaven’s palm
at the gate, His love reflects the music, the song
dancing as we mutter words of worship, soul’s balm
our ways, struggles, futures are in God’s thoughts.

the world embraces me with silence

the horizon is motionless in its red and purple hues
snow-topped mountains are shushing us with silent lips
the immobility of this presence does not hesitate to bring stillness
I look into the water’s depths; all the wildlife must be sleeping

there is not one tiny splash; this well-worn dock placates me
this is a place for eagles, but no bird is flying; the air is soundless
a meditative place, a Zen place where I could sit and emote
so I do, crossing my legs on the edge of the dock, stilling my soul

a tiny breeze barely whispers her secrets onto my face; I smile
feeling all-powerful in this sacred place, loaned to me by the Master
thoughts I could have never conjured anywhere else come to me
I begin to solve my tiny problems as the world embraces me with silence.

The Sound Of Inner Peace

Like the hush of mobile crystals 
stilling, inside a breezeless night 
Like the echoes of distant stars 
shimmying towards the moon 

Its like tendrils of gray smoke 
wafting through the temples 
A silent Buddha contemplating  
beneath the Bodhi tree of life 

Inner peace can only be realized 
through the senses and the chi 
You can only hear its splendor  
when your sitting on God's knee.

autumn

rustling leaves, falling
fresh as the wind in the air
grace in each prayer

crimson, auburn, gold
colors so vibrant and bold
swirling soft, a song

pumpkins to harvest
apples, mums, quiet blessings
stilling night’s unrest

The Mustard Seed

Tiny! Chocolate grain! Medicine for the mind and heart!
In nature's senses of flavours, doesn't this play a part?
Didn't it look granule-like when you the Trinity sowed?
It grew like your kingdom, sheltering the humble and proud.

Calming the heartache, stilling the mind, strengthening the bones
The shrub grown out of the mustard seed withstands all cyclones.
Dead in summer! Rose in trains! Shy in the shades of winter!
Though its leaves fall in the fall, who could its spring-growth hinder?

Doesn’t the mustard bear the wrath of the shines and showers?
Till seedness is stilled as a seed, fate, like a fog, hovers.
Is the metamorphosis monopoly of the flies?
Into each of its thick and thin, it looks towards the skies.

Who was an ignorant who couldn't understand the fact?
What else, except the fact, here on this earth, remains in tact?

Quiet on Silhouette

Florid banshees recoiled, neck and hankering sneer.

A succinctly exuberant suggestion when selective.

Came on, fell flat with laconic ornamentation.

A miniature jaunt, interment; glove comparted.

Pin-striped foxtails attuned tune maddening clairvoyants.

Precisely predisposed, wine-flavored latten tobaccos.

A wooden-tipped juxtaposition, stilling waisted.

Bygone midge nonguarded, slunk olive drabbing on bayou.

Thicken handkerchief lightly dabbing brow.

Darkness entrapment, fiat practice gymnastics.

Money management, coinage magnet, honored in mathematics.

Backflipping,

Backtracking,

Backpacking.

Super-Soaker moisture, quickie; quickly, socks on prickly.

Sloped incline, inside Mount Saint Helens' Slip 'n Slide.

Love Like This

Reflected in morning, rising in the still light – birdsong, strumming guitar solos on the winds of hope ~ quote by poet

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Graceful wings, rustling gently with softest song,
Amazing the wind with ballads so stirring
playing with July’s zeal, in hues who belong.

Singing hope and joy as the stars weep, blurring
Those moments of tender kisses, sharing life
Like the skies with their affections recurring.

Silent mists whisper sighs who cut like a knife,
Stilling aching prayers with sweet compassion,
Healing lonely souls who’ve known such heavy strife.

Love this alive never goes out of fashion,
Listen to that light flowing over blessed souls,
His amazing grace marks the worst fears ashen.

Despite what some believe, only God consoles,
When the worst comes, just believe, His love controls.

Weep with Me

Weep with me

I hold my breath in
I won't let this free
 There's no stilling this ache
That's inside of me
The grief and the pain
Rip away and break out
To flow like a stream
From my eyes and my mouth
A high, keening sob,
A deep, throaty sigh,
Escape with great force
And I finally Cry.

A Heart Song

A sleepless night,
Stars burning bright,
Stilling the moon,
Shining silver spoon,
Feeding the dreams,
With endless screams,
Moments of fire,
Rising to inspire,
Whispers of grace,
A gentle embrace,
Stirring souls fancy,
Breathless and chancey,
Music’s rhythmic flow,
Contentment will grow,
Wherever light fades,
Familiar shadow cascades,
Breathing wonderful life,
Never bringing strife,
Wherever birds sing,
Peace is king,
Inside, I believe,
God will relieve,
When I’m lost,
And sea tossed,
I know One,
He won’t shun,
When tears come,
I won’t succumb,
Because He cheers,
Through the years,
Bringing joy alive,
Wonders who thrive,
Erasing all doubt,
I’m never without,
Love that provides,
Love that abides,
Wherever He lives,
His voice gives,
Reasons to hope,
Ways to cope,
Without His light,
I couldn’t write,
This love lives,
This love gives,
He’s always mine,
He’s my lifeline,
When time ends,
Because we’re friends,
I’ll live evermore,
In heaven’s splendor,
Thanks to Him,
My heart’s hymn,
Resonates with elation,
He’s my foundation,
Listen and praise,
Forever and always!

Peaceful Noise 159

There is a peaceful sound
That comes from a deep place within
When the high desert winds
Blow and ruffle and sting

Stilling the soul becomes an artform
The painting of azure blue
On the hot canvas of trauma
Sealing it's cooling aura in-situ

Centre down, take control
Close out the world acting so scarily 
Remember the deep well of truth
Draw up the fresh water momentarily

Drink deep of the calm crystal clear
To feel the lying hurricane of fear
Lose it's false power
Become free and your true self again

Ozark Ways

The Ozarks is filled with barefoot hillbillies,
so it says in all them old books.
We are all just lazy, stupid, and silly,
least that’s how they make us look.

Layin’ on a creek bank chewing on a straw,
with a fishing line tied to our toe.
Or stilling some 'shine' while running from the law,
they say that’s all we’ll ever know.

Marrying our sister, our grandpa's our dad,
is a life that suits us just fine.
A dollar's more money than we've ever had,
at least at any one time.

If we get hungry we’ll just ketch a 'possum,
a roadkill skunk or raccoon.
Gotta make sure our twenty kids all get some,
cause twenty-one’s coming soon.

I’ll tell you friends the Ozarks are more than a place,
where friendly people are raised.
So come on down here and I bet that you’ll fall,
in love with our Ozark ways.

Kindness

Kindness
By Michelle Morris
28/12/2021

We are all capable of being good
We are all capable of being kind
But it all starts with ourselves
Embracing who we are

Those small steps forward
Being better who you were yesterday
The experience and the lessons
Breaking down all that's untrue

It remains a lifelong learning
For each of our hearts and souls
Stilling the inner critic
And ignoring the outer world

Life is complicated for everyone
We do what we believe is best
It doesn't always help us
Or the people that we meet

Kindness is who we truly are
Pure souls often snowed down
By debris from outside and in
Trying to unlearn indoctrination from all

No matter what happens on your path
Be kind to yourself first 
And once you're at peace with yourself
You can show kindness to the world

We are all decent in our souls
We are love and light within
It sometimes just takes time
To reveal the purity and truth

© Michelle Morris, 2021

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