Lilting Silence
By John Herlihy

The silence will always keep;
Its grand voice never weak.
There in the feathered wings.
Held in reserve as the bird sings.
The soaring eagle will often cry;
The careless wind will often sigh.
The distant church bell has tolled;
Forever fading, evocative and bold.
While sound’s questions expelled;
The breath of silence lovingly held.
Silence has depths sound cannot reach;
Wild storms never ocean depths breech.
Forest murmurs in autumn may not cease;
But never touch the silence of inner peace.
The voice of sorrow can never penetrate;
A strong heart with love to perpetuate.
May lilting silence triumph over sound;
As earth shudders deep in the ground.