-- The Many Shades of Silence --
by John Herlihy
The absolute quality of silence exhibits many shadows and shades;
In the absence of silence a ghostly presence wanders and wades.
We think of silence as absolute without any semblance of sound;
We rarely think of silence as nuanced in ways that are profound.
Thru the spectrum of stained glass glorious rays of light stream;
While a calligraphy of smokey incense wafts through light beams.
An aura of silence fills a church nave as hushed, sacred presence;
Votive candles burn brightly, silence of the flame as quintessence.
The silence of two brothers who for years have never spoken;
Silence that raises questions why the commitment was broken.
The silence among strangers inspires feelings of embarrassment;
The silence among friends signals true feelings of contentment.
In darkness, the silence of falling snow takes away our breath;
The utter silence of a church bell recalls the sanctity of death.
The silence of a forest offers a sense of harmony to the ears;
The silence of the orbiting earth echoes music of the spheres.
The silence seems beautiful from the one who patiently waits;
Whereas the silence of a pent-up anger feels as heavy weights.
Let us not forget the kind of silence instructive of tacit assent;
Nor the silence of satisfaction in knowing what a person meant.
Beyond all the shades of silence lies a silence absolutely pure;
The silence found in quiet solitude our tender hearts to lure.
Behind every spoken word lies a silence of unsounded breath;
Within the embrace of absolute silence lies the silence of death.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Wednesday 27 March 2024
So often I have traveled to very busy places and venues that during the peak season are filled with people and activity. But for me, traveling alone, they were empty of all that activity making them all the more interesting. Simply, to observe in their quiet time without all of the human noise and absolute ignorance of the beauty of the quiet times when all I would hear is the water trickling or birds calling from the trees.
The best time to visit a cathedral of man or nature is not when there is a service underway or a great celebration, but when the place is absolutely empty and echoes the sounds of children singing, but long gone now and grown-up.
Ron