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 to hold all i love

inside you….

and how to wrap you

all about

with this

most precious

silence….

________________

©2011, 2014

beth anne boardman

photo courtesy

keara harrington