Oh, beautiful silence
How you strum the chords of my heart.
You know me like no other,
Yet you live as an alien in a world
That espouses perpetual connection.
Ears heavy with noise leave no room for you.
The most vociferous sounds yielding the least,
Even while monopolizing airwaves.
Our world continues at a deafening pace and in peril,
A house with a shaky foundation.
As in the days of Isaiah,
It is ever hearing, without understanding.
No room for pause,
To think, to feel, to see one’s heart.
You, silence, are viewed as empty and lacking,
Yet you fill.
Seen as purposeless,
Yet you invite meaning.
For in your quiet,