Sunday, October 17, 2010

Silence....Somethin Sunday


I push through the brush to get
to the silence
There is a trail that I want to end
so I push until I can push no longer…
until the growth becomes a wall
No more folding back the forest floor
No more whipping twigs of green noise
A hemmed in silence as I stand like a bush
I am as silent as ivy
Standing, breathing out dioxide
Creations green
After light
After sea
After all
Before me
Come silence and contain
Solitary not lonely
A tributary to the bosom of heaven


  1. oh i love such moments Jerry - and you captured one with the most beautiful words

  2. "As silent as ivy" "a trobutary ot the bosom of heaven" -- this is like a worship time. Beautiful one, Jerry.

  3. solitary not lonely...that speaks throught he silence...b/c silence is important indeed. nice write.

  4. "No more whipping twigs of green noise" - that is the best description I've ever read of walking through the underbrush.

    "Come silence and contain
    solitary not lonely" - that is beautiful. Nature makes me feel this way, too - the original cathedral.

    Beautiful poem, Jerry.


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