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Silence Speaks

Poetry By: Graeme Montrose
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Submitted:Jul 13, 2010    Reads: 72    Comments: 6    Likes: 4   





Silence Speaks

In the quiet still morning hours,

I sit and breathe the breath of life.

The winds is cold it stirs my hair,

The smell is fresh the rain has passed.

The birds do sing I breath anew,

The day had now begun.

In silence hour he speaks to me,

The city still sleeps on.

I wonder why we fear it so,

The quietness! No noise!

We fill our days and nights as well,

With noise and idle chatter.

We hear the cars the workmen's drills,

We hear music in the lifts.

Surrounded all by constant noise,

It keeps our minds from thought.

From early morn to late at night,

We hear noises every day.

The phone, TV, and stereo too,

The radio's always on.

The shops, the malls, the busy streets,

We fill our life with noise.

We fear the quiet fear its time,

Out minds begin to think.

Reflection on our life, our day,

We fear what it may bring.

In quietness, God's voice we hear,

And that just makes us quake.

We feel much better with the noise,

It blots out all such thoughts.

Silence is a stopping place,

In music it's a rest.

The full stop shows the end of thought,

Perhaps the starting point!

To sit in solitude a while,

To find that hallowed spot.

In quietness our batteries fill,

Recharged to start again.

We need that time, where all doth stop,

Our soul can be refreshed.

To drink, to feast, in silence court,

To hear the whispers come.

On mountain tops, or by the sea,

In valleys or on hills!

Away from all the city noise,

We cast away our shell.

We feel the winds they talk to us,

Our soul can then take flight.






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