be still my heart
as a mountain absorbed
in mist, in rain, in sun,
her beauty grounded
in her own knowing.
be still
as the spirit stilled the sea,
still my heart,
so I can simply be
here, present, believe
those tears that grace my face
are not mine,
or in reality,
selfishly,
about you or me,
with all the troubles in the world today,
these tears are
just a seeker’s trail,
her heartstrings journey
bound
through ancient time
til’ now,
her still waters,
living waters,
still waiting to be found.