Still
Still as the moments
When snow erases the past’s dust,
Whispering light over the spirit,
A music, a song, a poem
Choice words, deepest convictions
Melancholy touched by light,
Falling flakes in the dead of night….
Still as the sigh and graceful,
Like the moon who stirs at twilight,
Ebony rich with its hesitant glow,
Whisky burnished, forever
Riding on the cares of a past,
Where nothing will last
Only gentle music, a melody
Peaceful and flowing…
Still, like the murmuring creek
Blessing the warmth of a sunny afternoon,
When light fades into shadows,
Blessings stirring in the laughter,
Like children who assume
There’s nothing better than June
The month for hearts who bloom
Like the roses, blushing and graceful
Composing all the lyrics of beautiful…
Still, as the echo across the mountains
Melodies hastened by the notes
Blowing in from the East,
Broken by the breeze,
On winds who sooth, completing
All the journeys beyond the grief
The wonder of healing,
Hoping and believing – He is here
In the heart who sees Him
And remembers…
Still, there is a promise, more amazing
Grace that never ends,
A comforter who just begins
When there is faith that agrees
He is love and He frees
The soul to find the wonder and peace,
The poetry of a psalm,
The music of a soul who sees
Beyond the now, to the eternal
Where we will be forever, embracing
The One who created us to be
Still, and see…
He is everything we will ever need
He is the hope that brings belief.
He is the moment when silence speaks.
He is the love that heals and frees.
He is still everything I hope to see…
When I reach that home that waits for me.
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