SO STILL - SO STILL

 

In the night this dream came to me,

   I was standing on a distant hill,

Fog was rising off the sea . . .

The birds were in an old oak tree,

   And the wind was still, so still –

 

Then I awoke and I felt this dread,

   A feeling that I had lost time!

Thoughts are bouncing in my head,

   As I try to organize my mind . . .

Then I wanted to go back to bed,

   Was it the truth I needed to define?

 

My world began to close in, I could see

   From my eyes, it was God’s will,

That I understood all the fears in me! 

“Lean on Me my child,” and see,

   And the wind was still, so still –

 

Thomas Theophilus© July 13, 2025