© Christopher Raine


November Still

I was up early this morning
Before the breaking of the day
I could not sleep another moment
I could not dream my life away
So I brewed myself a coffee
And I smoked a little weed
I was contented by the silence
It was a moment without a need

It was early in November
And the snow began to fall
I could almost clearly feel it
Crystal spirits and their call

I am complacent in contentment
In this world, silent and still
You can strain but never hear it;
A prophet aching for God’s will

And maybe, it was in that moment
That I found my sacred place
I was just outside the world
In the stillness, I found the grace