Unwounded by words, the body of quiet swells,
Absorbs my breathed-out thought and inwardly tells
Me to ‘Recall that past promise.’ Distance
From what I once said begets a silence.
Now I am stilled by the weight of rest,
My free spirit mentions matters unconfessed
And in clarity born of sore conscience,
See how sorrow always begets a silence.
But with no clamour, remedy speaks next,
That offered hand, to give me when perplexed
A release from the curse of self-reliance
And thankfulness too begets a silence.
Take me into this quiet, where heart touches heart
And my words and my working all fall apart
And I know the true truth of the Spirit’s alliance
And awe, rediscovered, begets a silence.