This silence . . .

9-22-12

This silence is not the fresh fingering of morning, the moment before the awakening.

This silence is not the pure blank of night when only bugs and night owls are about.

This day-to-day lengthening of sorrows strings out over miles and memories

and missed opportunities.

This silence feels like loss.

This silence is not the hushed reverence that hovers over just born life.

This silence is not the sad sigh that respects a passing, one weary and worn out.

This breath to breath searching of answers that reaches from earth to heaven

and from heart to head–

this silence feels like loneliness.

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About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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7 Responses to This silence . . .

  1. dorannrule says:

    An awesome poem and photos. Your writing here leaves a feeling of a chasm and a lingering sadness. I think both together are really beautiful.

    • Thank you. Sometimes the chasm is wide for those afar and also in close proximity. It is often the lonely silence that feels the worst when those who should know and care seem oblivious to the pain that is causing distance.

  2. thank you for this, ms. lily… i hope someday, i will have some of your eye for beauty, the seasoned grace of your pen and the wisdom from having lived and loved and hurt… ^^

    have a blast weekend – you and your dear ones… warm regards 😉

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