Ah, the sound of silence—soft and wide,
A velvet hush where secrets hide.
No clatter, clang, or piercing cry,
Just stillness breathing with the sky.
It drapes the world in gentle grace,
A quiet hand on time’s worn face.
Between each tick, a sacred space—
Where hearts can rest, and thoughts embrace.
The trees don’t speak, yet still they sing
With every leaf, a whispering wing.
The stars, they twinkle without a word,
Their ancient language softly heard.
It’s in the hush before the rain,
The pause in love, the end of pain.
The echo in a prayer once said,
The sigh of souls long gone, not dead.
Ah, the sound of silence—pure and deep,
Where angels listen, shadows sleep.
A holy hum, a cosmic tune,
The breath between the sun and moon.
So sit with it—this silent song,
It knows where all the truths belong.
In stillness, we return to light,
And silence sings us back to right.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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