Stillness

When the river is quiet,

there’s a stillness in my spirit,

an assurance of calm,

that builds me,

lifting me, higher,

that says to me,

you know the way,

just walk,

clocks,

don’t matter here,

choose,

the path, you’ve been given.

Turtles, on the bottom,

stirring mud,

don’t fly very high,

watch the fish hawk instead,

and copy,

his courage.

Go deep,

and be filled,

never expecting darkness,

plow for the stillness,

when the river is quiet.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”