among the gratitudes

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….

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©2011
beth anne boardman