In the stillness
He moves
In the silence
He speaks
In the resting
He stirs something
In the fighting
He lays down
In the storm
He is still
In the troubles
He says little or nothing,
And in all the rest
Somehow
It works
M Joseph Burt 19.06.2006 (Revised 21/11/2019)
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