Sunday, June 7, 2009


When there arises in me
a longing for stillness,
a thirst for the color of water, or sky;
a hunger for meaning;
an urge for creation --
Help me to remember
that all those needs can be simply filled
by stopping to breathe,
by ceasing to move, or think, or speak...

Hush, and listen to the brush of reeds
caressing the side of your boat.
It's shallow here:
time to stop and rest.

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1 comment:

Andy Wilkes said...

Thank you Diane for a wonderful poem and an excellent site.
I will try to remember 'Hush and listen ...'