This Still Place
This still place holds the beauty of now
Now, a cake-baking aunt unwilling to let us take our leave.
It hums with the melody of eternity.
This still place is fragrant with sweet possibility.
Possibility, an excited child with a loaded paintbrush.
It skips with the rhythm of eternity
This still place shimmers with the warmth of hope.
Hope, a fluttering butterfly twirling thought woodland.
It blends the harmony of eternity.