Silence consumes like a voracious appetite
Noises abound without a sight
Clocks tick and signal time
Suspended in twilight of perpetual rhyme
Senses sharpened by a child’s imagination
Peaceful rest without agitation

Silence drips like honey from a hive
Absent mellifluous sounds that bring us alive
An unconscious state of reflection
That sometimes leaves us without direction
But that’s okay if you dare to listen
To your own mortality with your heart a tickin’

Silence escapes most of us
Too busy to notice without a fuss
We hurry to wait with the multitude
Careful not to become unglued
Information bombards us like shrapnel
Sound bites of trivia intended as gospel

Silence is our friend if we
Eliminate the barrage of cacophony
Take time to marvel at God’s gift
Of his spoken word that sets us adrift
On a path of vision and reality
That what’s important is what we don’t see