Someone took my words away and left me with silence
A deep contemplative silence that is pregnant with possibility
And yet struggles to wrap itself around words and ideas
That just sits upon me enriching me with its presence
And the promise that one day I will find the means with which to express it
Someone took my words away and left me with silence
It didn’t happen all at once, the silence crept in slowly
And words would dance on my tongue and caress my lips
But stop just short of parting them and leaving my being
And waltz back to the silent place inside with the quiet promise of someday
Someone took my words away and left me with silence
I miss my words but I wouldn’t trade them even for a second
For the peace that now infuses my moments and my thoughts
Nor this deep wisdom which lacking expression in more usual forms
Shines wordlessly through my eyes, in the tilt of my head and in my silent smile
Someone took my words away and I know when they give them back
They will no longer be solely mine but infused by the spark of the divine
And for now I am content to sit at the feet of my wise silent teacher
Treasuring the silence, drinking in every single drop
As it moulds me and makes of me a worthy vessel of His divine truth.
A deep contemplative silence that is pregnant with possibility
And yet struggles to wrap itself around words and ideas
That just sits upon me enriching me with its presence
And the promise that one day I will find the means with which to express it
Someone took my words away and left me with silence
It didn’t happen all at once, the silence crept in slowly
And words would dance on my tongue and caress my lips
But stop just short of parting them and leaving my being
And waltz back to the silent place inside with the quiet promise of someday
Someone took my words away and left me with silence
I miss my words but I wouldn’t trade them even for a second
For the peace that now infuses my moments and my thoughts
Nor this deep wisdom which lacking expression in more usual forms
Shines wordlessly through my eyes, in the tilt of my head and in my silent smile
Someone took my words away and I know when they give them back
They will no longer be solely mine but infused by the spark of the divine
And for now I am content to sit at the feet of my wise silent teacher
Treasuring the silence, drinking in every single drop
As it moulds me and makes of me a worthy vessel of His divine truth.

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I missed you! Nice to see you here! Much love!
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