The comfort of silence is a blessing.
The world is filled with noise.
Voices hiss and prattle
like wind in the pines,
like the rattle of a brittle forest.
There is no meaning in it.
These echoes contain nothingness.
They do not fill the eye.
They cannot touch or be touched.
I hear no music,
only a cacophony of the mindless,
the squawk of a blind crow.
But the silence is a sacred grove
in the dawn of first light.
It is a comfort and a blessing.
Only then can I feel a god's touch,
or know the cresting wave of breath
where dwells my pensiveness.
The comfort of silence is a blessing.
It is like a kiss,
all sensation tuned to serenity.
Silence is the touch of creation,
the song of the angels,
the soul of all that ever will be.
the unheard music is more melodious than unheard.....they say. sometimes abstract plays the greater role than concrete....I say... silences bring comfort...a blessing.....you say.. thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful write. Silence brings out the best in thinking minds. Solitude n meditation are a great way of connecting with oneself n God. We have too much noise n clamor around us n within us. A moment of silence is truly a blessing. A big 10.
Thanks again Nosheen. It is indeed a noisy world we inhabit. It is good to get away from the ruckus as often as possible.