Tuesday, May 12, 2015


Do not rush into this turbulence,
this cascadency of panic
enslaved in urgency.
‘Be still my soul’.

The frothy tumble
of the day strives to take control
and speed peace away
in its manic relentlessness.
‘Be still my soul’.

The argument of tasks:
a confluence of confusion,
an attempted mugging -
a plunderer
in a mask of reality.
‘Be still my soul’.

But my soul needs no instruction
it is still, my heart beats
its own music
undrowned by the cacophony
and beyond understanding.

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