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Silent Hours

The streets silent and still.
Families away: spring holiday –
Or is it a resurrection?

No shouting voices,
Nor school buses.
No parents patiently waiting
For school to get out.

I meet more people
Out for walks.
Perhaps they’ll
Take the time
To smell the flowers.

How healing
Are the flowers
And the silent hours.

Longing for God’s Love

I seek in the silence
A word from You,
The key to my existence.

For once,
There are no voices around me.

I try to listen …

I beat against the doors
Of Your heart —
Will You let me in?

Or perhaps it’s the other way —
Will I let You in?

I seek for Your answer,
I wait for Your voice,
I hope for Your love.

I struggle and strain
To find You, to know You;
It will not be in vain.

Silence

Help me understand.
I didn’t know
What my words might do to you.

I’m in a fantasy land;
Can’t understand
What my actions do to you.

Am I bereft
Of empathy?
Completely void
Of sympathy?

How did I know
What I could do,
Since silent were those
Who’d tell me true?

What does the silence mean?
It can be peaceful and serene.
It can be tense, it can be mean.

Let our silence be a calm,
A healing balm,
A space that will give birth to song.

Come Walk with Me

“Come walk with me”, the Savior said
“Leave earthly cares behind
Leave all that comes twixt you and me
The sin and worry bind”

His heart was aching with such pain
He saw men struggle, strive in vain
When in His hand He held all things
The peace, the joy, that His love brings

He said, “You must the silence keep
The quietness, the inner deep
Close every door and go inside
To you My love I will confide”

“Each day go to the inner door
And listen as I speak, and more.
My inner peace I will impart
And make a fountain in your heart”

All men will one day bow the knee
To Him who hung upon a tree
‘Till then let us be well content
In silence, a true sacrament

In the Silence

IN THE SILENCE

 

Rushing, roaring water

Speaks to me of

Better places,

wild and free

 

Cool, quiet woods –

Only the birds and insects speak,

And their incessant hum

Is a calming song

 

Waves of warm air

Billow like a curtain

Waiting for the sunset

To let in the coolness

 

Watch what you say –

This is a holy place

Where God meets man

In the silence

 

2012

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