Be still and silent
Wait upon their words
Shun self-destruction
From what’s not been heard
Slow down and focus
It’s in the fine points
Tarnished is the rush
Regret is the prize
Surround self with life
The giving source type
Know what you’re cloaked in
And wrap yourself tight
And when all else fails…
Keep on keeping on
Beautiful and filled with hope! I particularly love this:
ReplyDelete"Surround self with life
The giving source type
Know what you’re cloaked in
And wrap yourself tight."
That is a very eloquent and fluid stanza, and its meaning springs out from the rest of the poem like a burst of light. Lovely.
Yes, oh very yes
ReplyDeleteBe still and silent.
ReplyDeleteIn the morning, early, before the sky lightens towards day, I wake, cleared of yesterday's dross by sleep's knittings, and I am open to their words. Still and silent in the greying dawn