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.
4 comments:
Beautiful and breathtaking (literally) i am hearing it, feeling it, absorbed and mellowing into the sensation. Thank you deborah! BlesSings, moe.
Too often we forget silence is also a part of the music. Beautifully put, Deborah!
Wow...I am deeply moved by this post...moved and grounded at the same time. Thank you for this.
Silence is a huge theme in my life right now - finding silence, sinking into it, feeling safe there - and listening. Or, coming to the silence just to Be.
This is beautiful Deborah - thank you for sharing it.
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