Stillness

                   “Be still, and know that I am God...”
                             Psalm 46:10 (NIV)

I come to this place every morning,

empty-handed, barefoot, 
long hair uncombed,

to resume my daily visit

through French doors
that smell of tapestry and apple blossoms.

The smell of impending work is

always within reach, but better to breathe
the scent of the lilies in the fountain.

Better to hear the splash of the water

for a moment more, and smile
at the chipping plaster on cupid’s bow.

In my place of stillness,

the tree is always blooming,
the vines are always green,

and the water is always warm.

Retreating through French doors,
I notice too, that they are always clean.

Exiting stillness, I can still smell

the tapestry, though the apple blossoms
and lilies have grown more faint.

 

 

 

 

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 First published in Lifeline; Infinity Publishing (POD) / July 2005

Subsequently published in Coffee-Ground Breakfast / March 2014