Stillness

Early morning in the hills
   and it was still.
So still, the birds
   hushed their singing.
Not one leaf twitched,
   no breeze stirred.
It was as if sound
   evaporated.
There I stood
   in Wolfe County,
   at the base of a
      massive cliff,
      contemplating
                      it all.
As I watched shavings
   fall, peeled delicately
   from a stick with
   my pocket knife,
    I wondered,
    “When will something move?” 
Nothing did. 
Perfect stillness. 
There on the morning of November 4,
    near a cabin,
    standing in the driveway,
    I became acutely aware of the ability
        of God,
   to settle things down for  a while
   and give me peace.

I am grateful.                                                          
 

Moving to the deeper places,
Jeff