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Stand Still

J Ann Crowder

I reach for gold in a billion strands of sand, slipping away between my weakened flesh
 
Tears long for my soul’s rapture as my blood and sweat drip upon this ground
 
Treading stronger waves I go—they beat and pound me back to shores cold and damp
 
I reach for a sun’s unreachable hues—it’s color only blinds me
 
A spirit whispers, ‘STAND STILL!’
 
For stillness is required to hear drum bellows in wind and to feel rain’s laughter on my skin
 
And stillness is required to feel heat rays pulsating through a sun’s each shaft of light igniting earth’s most joyous and vibrant colors
 
Thus it is, ‘STAND STILL, STAND STILL,’ he quietly pleads

Written May 20Th 2018

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