After the storms pass
and the hungry ones
driven from their feed,
the humble will wait
in the calm sloughs
of spring beauty,
ready to rise
from the slack water
of mediocrity.
There you will find me
sore boned and broken,
returned from the
battlefields of poetry.
Then we will not speak
nor write a single word
for on that surging tide
silence will prevail.
photography by Kevin Daly
Reading of “Then We Will Not Speak” with music by Norm Smookler.
Thanks Don. Enough of that aweful noise! “The Lord is in his Holy Temple, let all the earth keep silence.”
“May we have a moment of silence.” We enter ritual space. The purpose of silence is to allow the unspeakable to be known. I hear you. Thank you, Don.
Don, get back on that battlefield. Don’t surrender any ground to the likes of Rod McKuen or the New Yorker’s poetry editor. Nice photo from Ireland today, too.
Very current message sang beautifully expressed, worthy Poet. Perhaps the earth must keep silent. The heavens will not be silent, however, but will sound out the essences of Love as the morning stars sing together and the sons of God shout for joy!
Thanks Don – the sacred grows in silence
Stop, pause, and listen for I can hear the voice of Spirit singing within my heart. May all the earth keep silent.
A potent poem today Don! Thank you Brother.
silence prevails after my read.
It’s said, a rising tide lifts all boats. Most, however, are not sea worthy. Hence, all the noise and horrid strife. “Help me Lord or I sink…”. Be still and know.
“Hands, give Him all the measure of my love, surer than any word. Eyes, be deep pools of Truth, that He may see a thought more whole than constancy. Heart, in His keeping be at rest, as music and silence meet, and both are heard”. — Ralph Vaughan Williams (1834-1875)