a rustling in summer

if only for a moment, stop.

  it is the sound we’re meant to hear,
  the sight we’re meant to see —
  a rustling in summer in the trees.

if only for a time, shut off —

  the heart is meant for many things,
  the ears for nature’s voice,
  the eyes for teardrops.

just let it wash all over you
just let it turn your problems blank
just let it be
and let it go
and let it out
to rise from off your shoulders —

if only for a moment, stop –

  let all that is
  be all that is
  enough

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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