The Silence

The word not spoken. The silence not broken.

          There is power in the absence, and peace in the void.

A world full of noises; multiplied voices.

          Each crying desperately: “Notice!” “Hear me!”

The panic and frantic, relentless confusion,

          Betrays the great depth of unsatisfied souls.

The word not spoken. The silence not broken.

          There is power in the absence, and peace in the void.

How shall we speak if we never can listen.

          And how can we hear unless the silence unfolds.

Standing alone, with nothing but quiet,

          I finally know and find I am known.

The word not spoken. The silence not broken.

          There is power in the absence, and peace in the void.

If all that’s been said were gathered together,

          there measure would fade in the silence of God.

He who is truth has no need for brash shouting.

          And we, who need truth, our ignorance sound.

The word not spoken. The silence not broken.

          There is power in the absence, and peace in the void.

So let us be silent and learn in the stillness.

          Haste to our ears and life to our souls.                                                   

R Yanke (1995)

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