Sparkle-shadows hem you in,
Marshmallow caps where growth has been;
Wait, my soul, be still, and pause,
Spring will bloom when Winter thaws.
Rolling stones gather no moss
and waving branches gather no frost;
be still.
Frantic fixing
and constant agitation
will give you motion sickness;
be still.
If you quiet your spirit
and rest your soul,
those elusive molecules of Peace
will find sticking place
and grow,
crystals colluding,
painting you Patient.
So
drop those worries,
cast those cares –
and be still…