Stillness Between Storms

by Sam Tumblin | SAM TUMBLIN

When life becomes too much to hold,
And every breath begins to fold,
Sit quietly and drift somewhere
Beyond the weight of restless air.

Do not rush to fight the flame,
Not every sorrow speaks your name,
Some troubles fade without a sound
When silence is the only ground.

Lean back beneath the passing sky,
Watch weary thoughts go wandering by,
For peace is found more often there
Inside the depth of a distant stare.

The world may shake, the night may roam,
Yet stillness can become a home,
A quiet place beyond despair
Where hearts survive by simply staring.