Silence

In this world of ours,
Where joy is sought.
Men sometimes wish,
For a quiet spot...of silence.

The hum of wheels,
Oft bears them down.
They seek to wear,
The glorious crown...of silence.

For the little things,
They seek to hold.
And they strive for pleasure,
To have...to enfold...in silence.

Rare moments, un-acclaimed,
Are such a precious gem.
Like gentle, pulsing heart beats,
Neath a diadem...of silence.

Where blessed meditation,
Sails a sweet lagoon.
Where words of holy prayer slip-in,
And we with God commune...In silence.


E.P. 1908 - 1989