Be Still

Still,
Be still, be still as the birch.
Though mighty wind blow
And seasons do lurch.

Be still, be still,
Be still as gray stone.
Though sun and frost touch thee,
Make stillness thy home.

Still, be still,
Be still as cold ice.
Thy frozen persona
Will conquer thy vice.

Now, be still, be still
Be still as the dead
In this pale, holy guise
Need not water, nor bread.

-September 3, 2009