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.
Stephanie Grant (for Wednesday group 21/7/10)
