Silence is Golden
God made so many silent things
For he loved the joy that silence brings
Like the snow that covers the winter terrain
Like the silent sound of a light spring rain
Like blossoms slipping to the ground
Like a falling star that knows no bounds
Like the dew that falls at dawning
Like the seeds that push the earth
All silent things that God has made
Like a rose bud giving birth
Like a beautiful rainbow with colors so bright
Like the jasmine so sweet blooming only at night
Like the silent seeds that blow away
Like a dandelion that's had its day
Like a silent river that flows alongSinging a very silent song
Like a brook that bubbles to and fro
Like a bunny's hop across the snow
God loved the joy that silence brings
For he made so many silent things
Helen Stockdale
3 comments:
Mmmm, I love the thoughts in this poem. It feels like softness. The quiet beckons me, pulls me closer, breathes its soft, warm breath on me. And I need it to.
it's so good when something important finds its way though your fingertips. so good. thanks di!
I see why you like this poem.
Di, you have good taste. Maybe that's why were friends? (Just kidding). But I am glad we're friends. You have a way of overwhelming me by underwhelming me with simplicity. I like that about you. (Hopefully, that didn't sound too paradoxical; it was mos def a compliment).
She who says it simplest, says it best.
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