Silence

All things are quiet,
I am alone.
No voices rise to greet me,
Things are as stone.

I hear no corner giggles,
Of children at their play.
Nor do I hear the rustling wind,
Where sweet chimes often stray.

When silence wraps around me,
I listen deeper, down.
It penetrates my very soul,
There is no act of clown.

No sound of heart,
That beats so slow.
Blood stream-lets move along,
But hushed the flow.

For silence is a treasured thing,
Its qualities are fine.
Dear God...for just an hour today,
Let it be mine.


E.P. 1908 - 1989

"Not until you listen deeper down than silence...do you hear the rustle of angel tread." E.P.