The sound of silence

The sight of darkness

The touch of nothing

I sit quiet, still

I listen. I hear

chain saw, traffic,

lorry reversing.

I let it go. Pay

attention to my breath.

I hear birdsong,

lawn mower, the heating

control. Just breathe.

Be still and know that I am God

Be still and know that I am

Be still and know that I

Be still and know that

Be still and know

Be still and

Be still

Be

Just be

The silence is thick,

tangible, substantial.

it reaches out to me, to us, from us.

Surrounds me like a blanket,

holds me like a babe-in-arms.

I am safe, secure, but

not confined or restricted.

Words may come, someone

may listen aloud. I may

hear the light and it may

terrify me, strengthen me.

Or I may just be,

just be a little more what I am, what I truly am.

May I carry that with me as I go into the noise and haste.