The Comfort Of Silence Poem by Barry Middleton

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.