Tempestuous Muse
Teach me your peaceful spirit,
oh sweet, “tempestuous muse” …
That lulling, gentle easy
That you always, always use.
Old soul, you are a rocker
Where the world has come to rest
On the front porch to your being
(The place I love the best)
Your heart, it is the fireplace
To draw a special few
The warmth of glowing embers
That will always kindle you…
There’s such a tender silence
And an easy, gentle way
And a soft, but steady passion
In the journey of each day
Teach me that calming whisper
Of a soul that’s found its place
That steady, silent thunder,
No argument, no race…
It’s contagious as the sunshine,
All who near you, feel it well
Oh how I’d long to learn it,
If only you would tell…
Were they tears that bought such freedom
From the prisons of the pain
When the gentle spirit standing
Sang a simple, sweet refrain?
Was heartache, loss, or simply time
The teacher of the soul…
That wove this velvet spirit
perfect, flawless, whole…
Like a stream runs through the forest,
And all are bid to stay…
To stop along the journey,
To visit on the way…
I’ve stopped along those waters
And been touched so many times…
By your flowing, easy manner…
Through your life, in woven rhymes…
Please teach your peaceful spirit,
oh sweet, “tempestuous muse”…
That lulling, gentle easy
That you always, always use.
