Wednesday, February 11, 2015


love the silence,
just before a kiss
between lovers lips.
The stillness of his body,
entwined with mine.
Children in bed.
A house at rest.
coming to an end.  

HATE the silence,
after harsh words
between lovers lips.
Waiting. Waiting. 
Standing over a freshly dug grave.
A suffocating moment.
The doctor's results.
The call that never comes.
A rapist's breath,
before he unzips.
Somewhere, a cold, steel blade,
is touching someone's wrist.

love the silence.
Mornings on the porch.
Sunlight on my face.
Thoughts trickle
from reservoirs deep.
A crisp, blank page.
Quiet contemplation.
Submerged in prayer.
A holy moment.
A deep exhale.

The sky is gray and gloomy,
silver raindrops drizzling ever so gently.
The silence was truly golden this morning,
but sometimes it's not...
sometimes it's deafening, isn't it?
Just pondering the juxtaposition of it all.

Somewhere out there, 
someone is soaking in the silence...
Somewhere out there, 
someone is drowning in it.
Maybe it's you.
If you're feeling overwhelmed this morning,
I'd love to pray for you.
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  1. Wow! This is powerful ~ it speaks to everyone, everywhere in every situation. Life IS a juxtaposition. Is it ever really silent? I pray that whomever is experiencing a deafening silence, will be rescued by the all powerful sound of God's voice and the overwhelming Peace of Christ's Love!

  2. Beautiful words as always from you my friend. Just enjoying a little quiet contemplation myself this morning for a change. Wanted to wish you a very Happy Valentine's Day filled with lots of love.

  3. This is so beautiful. God touched You are such a blessing.



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