If the heart is willing to see
His Silence burns in my heart
where tender love once struggled
to bloom into experience.
The sacred gleams from deep within,
Matches the full moon in its brilliance,
Whispers its truth softly in silence.
Words scream from the distance
But all is known before words crash,
If the heart is willing to see,
If the mind has courage to endure.
This withered sapling merges into the soil
To be reborn in fertile soil
In a Silence that nourishes,
For what is Love but Life?
And where is Life but in Silence?
