silence….
holy….
out in the yard
under a crystal sailing moon
under the silent
blast of starlight eons old….
black branches etch
the night
and call down the silence….
•
i stand amazed again
surprised
by this
ever available
presence
it waits
always patiently
for my notice….
•
perhaps
holding a spot
for silence within
serves the greater good….
amid the cacophony
of modern life
amid the chatter
of thoughts
amid the ten thousand
worries
among the gratitudes
between the gasping breaths
of laughter
a space of silence --
evocative
reverence
reception
reflection….
oh my heart,
my heart –
how i hold all i love
inside you….
and how i wrap you
all about
with this
most precious
silence….
________________
©2011
beth anne boardman
