Be Still

When in the pauses, once again,

the clamor rushes in, the cluttered thoughts

of everything you’re certain

you want, and never want, to be,

the roaring doubts, upon that field,

of where you stand

Be still. Here is a voice that silences

all that clatter. This silence

is like velvet, like infinity.

This silence is the love

that holds both you, and what you thought of

as the other side. 

It renders the winning

and the losing

fully irrelevant —

glows you all like coals

in the same fire.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 1, 2019