There is no voice that touches my heart
As much as no voice at all
The silence of sky on mountain peak
The whisper of snowflakes, winter wind’s call
So many times have I stood on a street
Lost in the teeming mobs of man
When the depths of my soul are muffled and mute
Smothered for the silence of a far off land
Where silence is the language everyone speaks
Where it rises like mists from mountain sod
Where it cloaks me with peace; while I sit and cry
Because silence for me is the voice of God.
-October 29, 2017
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