I harvest silence
like a field of hay,
threshing intimacy
into rows of emptiness,
raked and combed
by long sharp tines
of the inner life,
storing silence against
the growing hunger,
everything so full
we starve.
I harvest silence
like a field of hay,
threshing intimacy
into rows of emptiness,
raked and combed
by long sharp tines
of the inner life,
storing silence against
the growing hunger,
everything so full
we starve.
I love this as a parable! It is for all to harvest.
Blessings on your harvest!
“Everything so full”, we starve….so poignant and so true.
silence can be golden
when my eyes but see.
amidst the clatter and Chatter
I would rather that silence be.
The Power of Silence is in all those who have awareness and Love themselves.
Silence Speaks! Thank you.