My roots run deep
in the earth. They make me slow.
I don’t skip through life like a flat stone
spun over water.
I need to be still.
My joy lies deep,
like an underground river,
its surface untouched by winds that blow.
No bubbles, no froth,
just flowing, still water.
My strength rests deep
in stillness, and when I am still,
all of my silence fills up with power,
as wide and as strong
as the roots of the mountains.
My rhythm is slow,
like the heart of the hills,
and Earth’s slow dance is the beat beneath.
I need to be still,
being Earth’s daughter.
© Copyright 1998 by Jessica Macbeth. All rights reserved. First published in Earth’s Daughter by An Lios Books.