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Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning



Wednesday, March 29, 2017

listen to the Silence

“One of the tasks of true friendship is to listen compassionately and creatively to the hidden silences. Often secrets are not revealed in words, they lie concealed in the silence between the words or in the depth of what is unsayable between two people.”
                              John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
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Slowly the light is consumed by darkness
the pickups no longer rattle down the road
and the sounds of the day
are muted

cloaked by night

the stars shyly peek out through the darkness
gathering points of light

as the moon creeps above the mountain tops
shining a ghostly light
across the ground

the deepening silence reveals
hidden sounds
the hoot of an owl
a calf search for its mother
at the foot of the hills
a coyote choir
sings

and in this quiet space
the sound of my heart
beating in the silence
the grudging creaking of my joints
and my murmuring mind

shout secrets
long hidden
into
the ears of God


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