Juxtaposition...

I 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.

Oversaturation,

coming to an end.  

I HATE the silence,

after harsh words

between lovers lips.

Waiting.

Waiting. Waiting. 

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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.

I love the silence.

Mornings on the porch.

Sunlight on my face.

Thoughts trickle

from reservoirs deep.

A crisp, blank page.

Daydreaming.

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.
Shoot me an email at mangiabella@live.com