Life grew from silence,
Movement came from peace,
Worlds developed slowly,
Growing piece by piece.
So, why do we now rush around,
Filling spaces, making sound,
Competing to fill places which,
Replete with song of life, resound?
Is silence a forbidden thing?
To be taken secretly, on the wing?
Or can we find ourselves a space,
Listen to our soul’s quiet ring?
Where lies the fear of this terrible deed?
Why don’t we listen to our inner need?
It seems we can’t accept the peace,
Offered with alacrity and speed!
© Robin McShane – November 14 2014
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