Still
Peace-Be still
So still you can hear the wool grow on the backs of sheep. And the grass grow on the snow
covered meadows.
Allow the angels to sound their golden trumpets. A sound so soothing the stars shine- an
ensemble of light and perfection of music- silence.
Peace- Be still
Still as the fallen in their eternal rest. Un waken of man as they destroy God's creation
to feel adequate to the fellow man. Who has sold his soul for a golden staff.
Peace- Be still.
As the crowd moves from a mosh to a hush. In awe of the splendor of your humble pose.
Standing like a snow covered mountain. Peaceful at glance; Intrigued at sight. Beautiful.
Flawless stone of light with radiant colors.
Peace - Be still
As still as the newborn dream. A precious flower of love with a lifetime ahead of its own
being. To blossom, marvelous.. Pasture of whites, yellows, reds, and shades of green. Not
a ounce of rage. Nor hatred consumes thy heart. You are heaven sent.
Peace- Be still.
I've fallen into a trance in your presence. My heart no longer beats. There is no pulse.
I've fallen into the vortex- of the deepest ocean of blue. The swirl of your soft voice.
Your gaze- fills me with liquid thunder. Your touch- silk lighting. I silently humble as
if a summer storm approaches in the ending frame of September. The evening comes to a
close in the meadowlands.
I am at peace. For you too are still.
Copyright © Michael Savage | Year Posted 2006
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