Classic Poem

I want to be still as a quiet hill,
As mute as a silent rock,
And listen to things like cricket wings
Or the tick of a little clock …

I want to glide on a sleeping tide
Far out on a great calm sea
And dream of shores untouched by wars,
Of peace that is yet to be …

I want to be part of the one great heart
Of silent, celestial space,
And let time roll till I fill my soul
With the light from the Master's face.