In the stillness
In the stillness
the steam from my cup
rises with a cymbal crash
In the stillness
the clock ticks
like a time bomb on the wall
In the stillness
my chest rises and falls
by the moon’s gravitational pull
Avoiding stillness of late,
has become my study, my mission,
my north-star leading me away from…
But still stillness creeps in
sliding into the cracks of my day
emptying out my emptiness with…
Stillness slips into
the echoey cavern around my heart
squeezing, massaging it to feel…
Stillness catches me out,
finding me alone
thinking of you…
still remembering your face
still listening for your laugh
still longing for your wisdom
still searching for those oceans in your eyes
In the stillness
I remember
you
still
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Wisdom remains, even a few seconds of stillness can remind us of that. But there are times when the grace of music can help us over the next step, making music, listening to music, even the music that spontaneously comes into the head. Being carried by music or taken by its hand can open a different stillness for as long as it lasts, and a little longer.
God bless,
Will
who will remember you at Mass in an hour or so.
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Dear Liz, This just popped up as I was shutting up the laptop. You might find it interesting. Maurice/Will https://www.plough.com/en/topics/community/education/the-music-on-mount-sinai?
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