(Day 20 of this year’s Advent series. Yesterday’s piece was about side quests; today we consider tranquility.)
When Sinks the Silence
When sinks the silence
Into my soul –
So much is lost:
The words submerged
That stone-like build
A weeping well,
Where yesterdays swim
And feed on crumbs’
Retelling.
When soothed all sound,
Made to lie down
In pastures:
Passed beyond,
Or peace be upon
The cowbell clink,
Trampled rush
Towards greener seed –
Where angels tread
By muffled way,
No harm to say
Nor see –
Then what is lost,
Let lost remain
Lest gaining back
My heart betrays
This soft tranquility.
Tranquility is a deeply impermanent state. I would be a fool to talk over a poem built on setting aside the need to explain or expand. May you, likewise, see what you can set aside today – even for a moment.
Skeleton At The Feast 