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