Okay to be a rock

Everything I read says it’s okay 

To just be stillness, and silence.

 It’s good, too, of course, to be a prophet,

 Objecting loudly to things as they are; 

To march, or write, on behalf 

Of all the absent kindness and morality —

 I’ve done that, too; 

 Been a voice for change, 

But now it’s okay — Maybe more than okay? — 

To be a rock; 

To let the dark cast its shadows 

And just be calm, solid, 

A stable presence in the shifting light; 

A promise, grounded, earthy, 

That beneath the shadows 

Truth still breathes 

 Quietly.