Willow
Line of inquiry by contest sponsor:
"instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded"
Oh, restless mind. Why can’t you sleep?
A reel of film, you roll on and on
sometimes all night and into early dawn.
Were I a willow, would I always weep?
Oh, rattling voice inside my mind,
please pause so I may enjoy peace.
My consciousness I need to release.
Tranquility I wish to find.
Willow – in silence – is able to dwell
though she trembles when strong winds blow.
Of unwanted thoughts I need to let go.
They are tempests that I must quell.
My mind must become as a calm breeze
breathing soft words of a love
that sweetly whispers from above
caressing willow with gentle ease.
In God’s light I wish to abide.
With beauty born of listening to the voice
that teaches mindfulness is the wise choice.
Then love’s shelter, as a willow, I might provide.
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