Smiling Silence Poem by Tony Cemaluk

He, the inner being, does not speak when the room is loud.
He smiles — and silence becomes a cloud.
Not empty, not cold, not hiding pain,
But full — like earth after rain.

His smile is not for show,
It is what the quiet know:
That some truths are too deep for sound,
They must be lived, not spoken aloud.

In his smiling silence, I found home,
A place where words fear to roam —
No question, no quarrel, no art,
Just a smile that holds the heart.

I have heard the world shout and sing,
But nothing like what his silence brings.
He smiled, and I understood
How to be still and good.