Silence- The Nearest Thing To God Poem by Norah Tunney

Silence- The Nearest Thing To God

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When your racehorse mind is running around the track,
and your body feels like a heavy sack,
go inside yourself
and find a soft armchair,
feel the stillness quiet as air
and slowly become aware
of the peace that's always there.

What's real and true is the silence deep in you........
silence pulsing through your blood,
Silence- the nearest thing to God.

Silence- The Nearest Thing To God
Sunday, July 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: god,meditation,silence
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edmund Strolis 03 July 2017

I am so glad that Kumarmai read this poem. Referring to it as a gem. Funny how most people run toward the noise of distraction to avoid themselves and to be lost in anything that makes them forget. We can't hide from ourselves. No matter how fast we run. I was speaking to someone recently and she was saying how wonderful it was when one weekend her husband and the kids were gone and she had the time to herself. She had this glow remembering how delicious that rare solitude was. She did not want the escape of a bar or casino. She wanted the weight of life to just be lifted. That sack she carried dumped in the corner at last. Freeing herself from herself and just being................a gem indeed.

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Jette Blackstone 05 December 2017

What a beautiful and calming poem. Silence is a gift, peace is within us if we allow ourselves to rest.

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Jeanette Telusma 15 July 2017

A wonderful write, dear poetess. The picture here depicts peace in abundance. Thank you! !

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Norah Tunney 21 July 2017

I think Peace is true nature Jeanette

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Simone Inez Harriman 07 July 2017

Another lovely poem with a beautiful picture. I love the word 'silent' as it contains the letters 'listen'. When we are truly silent we can truly listen.

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Norah Tunney 21 July 2017

How beautiful that you saw that Simone. We have to listen before we can hear the silence.

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Nosheen Irfan 06 July 2017

Calming write. Quietly descending on the reader's mind as a gentle morning after a wakeful night. A10

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Norah Tunney 21 July 2017

Like a loitering breeze. I just that Nosheen.

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Daniel Brick 05 July 2017

That is a beautiful and pure painting that accompanies this poem. That solitary tree seems to be in deep rapport with cloud overhead. // This poem conveys an ultimate kind of advice because if it is ignored, what is left? So many good things that can rescue us would be squandered, especially the association of God and silence, an opening to the healing forces that shy away from a mind filled with material things. Wallace Stevens wrote in one of his last poems, GOD AND THE IMAGINATION ARE ONE, just as in your poem GOD AND SILENCE ARE ONE. We need a meeting place where our human and divine energies can mesh, as in the painting you chose. That could be sacred ground if we made it so. We need that kind of uncompromising faith

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Norah Tunney 06 July 2017

My brother James painting Daniel he is a wonderful artist. Yes I agree Daniel. I love silence for silence sake but I also feel most poets need silence and space for the creative juices to flow. Maybe some don't? I'm curious about that. When the mind is full it seems like there is no space for anything new to move through.

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