© February 21, 2008 by Norman Stolpe
I sit in silence by a stream
to hear as dusk fades into dark,
safe assurance, fragile flashing
liquid leaping between the rocks.
Solid steady stones containing
the water’s fearless, joyful drop -
translucent praying - sprays and mists
float twig and leaf beyond tree tops.
The shapeless air and water sing
and dance, intone against each cliff,
each boulder to retune the hymn:
Be still and know that I am God.
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