Part 7: Silence

Silence, how sweet are your words,
sweetness not found even in the sound of the birds.

But not always do we hear you speak,
for you ask for the ears of one who is humble and meek.

Even the deaf can listen to the words you say,
you talk to us through day, you talk to us through night.

Within you are hidden the mysteries we try to find,
mysteries left unsolved by the human mind.

We are too caught up in the river of life,
swimming through sorrow, struggling through strife.

We are so ignorant to the wisdom you wish to give,
help us to listen, teach us to live.

So that when we may rise to the light of a new day,
we may find you as a guide to show us the way.

... to be continued