Be Still

Not even a whisper

Only silence

Not a rustle of grass

Not a pinch of salt

Not a crawl of a cricket

Remain quiet

In the distance

Don’t move

Don’t speak

Don’t breathe

From afar

Don’t observe

Don’t contemplate

Don’t learn to hate

Just keep the door ajar

I am quiet and I am silent

When this solitude is lifted

I will be exalted

Be still, and know that I am here

© 2011 David Greg Harth

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