An Art To Standing Still

There is an art to standing still
in the middle of the friction
that the hands of time create
when too little causes contradiction.

There is an art to standing still
in the middle of the jumbled thoughts
that arise from the uncommon silence
when the stomach is tangled up in knots.

There is an art to standing still
in the middle of the love so good,
the waves of emotion strong once brought
you to your knees from where you stood.

There is an art to standing still
in the middle of the world spinning
like a tornado of people who care not
what they destroy for purpose of winning.

There is an art to standing still
in the middle of the chaos of being alive,
a part inside of you only you can hold-
a certain meditation for which you strive
the basic art of standing still
not bought by diamonds, bills, or gold-
free, if at first, you will
seek relentless to find your soul
next, hand it to God, with its complete control,
then, open your heart for His love to fill
this anchor, an art
to standing still.