Tuesday, December 2, 2008
I am not saying much these days
I am listening instead;
to the silence, to my breath
within the silence.
As I fall here
as in a dream, as in a warm embrace
I am more aware of all sound,
of all warm breezes,
of the tips of gentle wings on my cheek.
Isn’t it amazing?
God in the silence, God in the reckless din of chaos
I can sigh or scream
and God does not abandon me,
not out of boredom or weariness.
Even as I see it coming;
this change - this once more,
even as the temptation to resist
swells within me
the silence enfolds me and I surrender.
Held here, hear…
close to the chest, to the loving heart
the beating of which eases my soul
remembering a time of simple tranquility
when I was home.
There is no story to tell,
it is written on my body, on your body,
every tear and every joy
from our skin to Gods' hand.