Be Still and Know
veiled in mindless mystery
the new year starts with fog
a wind of chilled uncertainty
a silent shroud of doubt
there are no sounds of distant trains
no birds, no passersby
no dreamy thoughts of far off Springs
just loneliness
just me
just I
but as I hear my trembling heart
craving love’s sweet warmth
whisper words from long ago
be still
be still and know
tio stib
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Beautiful, Tio!
Thank you.
A “wind if chilled uncertainty” seems to blow through the hearts of everyone right now, Thanks for sharing this fine poem!
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