In the stillness,
The wind brushes against the landscape.
It was silent not so long ago.
We watched the water flow with a smile.
With no river to be seen,
A waterfall burst forth from the cliffs.
And now,
I weep for what lies before me.
It spins without end.
Place your hand and watch it carve a new pattern.
The stillness resists the storm,
And may it overcome and restore.
Make no mistake,
The sun has failed to rise this day.
Every knee is bent,
Every face pressed against the grass.
We whisper against the tempest,
While it throws words back down our throats.
We seek the silence.
The wind brushes against the landscape.
It was silent not so long ago.
We watched the water flow with a smile.
With no river to be seen,
A waterfall burst forth from the cliffs.
And now,
I weep for what lies before me.
It spins without end.
Place your hand and watch it carve a new pattern.
The stillness resists the storm,
And may it overcome and restore.
Make no mistake,
The sun has failed to rise this day.
Every knee is bent,
Every face pressed against the grass.
We whisper against the tempest,
While it throws words back down our throats.
We seek the silence.
