Sparkling
river of silence,
Traveler
along a shadowy forest floor—
I
drink deep draughts, lasting,
Of
your overflowing stillness!
Tipping
your goblet,
I
taste your darkness
As
floral wine
Swirling
inside a crystal
And
breathe in perfume.
Fingers
of a spellbound existence
Stop
my ears.
Awe,
black thief, steals my voice.
Bereft
of noise, I am
Transfixed
as the blood moon
Hovering,
windless night,
Balanced
on the sword tip of time.
The
world is motionless
As
my spirit moves
And
my stumbling heart is filled
By
a presence…and quiet…
A
quiet presence.
Originally
published in On the Rusk, Issue 7,
page 1
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| Transfixed as the blood moon, hovering... |
Photo: Full Moon in Bangalore (April 2, 2007)
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Gonzalinho
The angel showed me the river of life-giving water, sparkling like crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb down the middle of its street. On either side of the river grew the tree of life that produces fruit twelve times a year, once each month; the leaves of the trees serve as medicine for the nations.—Revelation 22:1-2
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“Light” version of this poem:
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Sparkling river of silence,
Traveler along a shadowy forest floor—
I drink deep draughts, lasting,
Of your overflowing stillness!
Tipping your goblet,
I taste your brightness
As floral wine
Swirling inside a crystal
And breathe in perfume.
Fingers of a spellbound existence
Stop my ears.
Awe, a thief, steals my voice.
Bereft of noise, I am
Transfixed as the moon
Hovering, windless night,
Balanced on the sword tip of time.
The world is motionless
As my spirit moves
And my stumbling heart is filled
By a presence…and quiet…
A quiet presence.
Gonzalinho
Silence is a quality of the soul. It is acquired and deepened through physical silence, but ultimately the source of genuinely satisfying silence is grace, the gift for which we are best disposed to receive through a dedicated life of prayer, in the most complete sense of the word.
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