Transcendental Sonnet #1413:
Sung in the Stillness

Given the slightest encouragement I find
All of the vinegar washed out from my mind
And I wonder then where the bitterness goes
But only the moon and nobody else knows

The moon is not talking but we are walking
Together

And whether
Or not I ever understand anything

I can be grateful for the present you bring
In that moment when the breath is suspended
Before the next begins the last is ended
The moon always knows what to say anyway

The greatest poem is silence after all
Sung in the stillness between the rise and fall

+Steven Curtis Lance



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