The Hush Of Home Poem by Norah Tunney
The Hush Of Home
Every morning
I fall into the mystery
and feel life through the stillness
I am a child again
In the arms of Silence
my soul is hushed
in this candlelit cave
the heart has found its home.
Every day I fall into the mystery
where stories arise
they come and go
and do not disturb
the living freshness
of the quiet mind.
I am a child again
resting in the Silence
my soul is hushed
In this candlelit cave
the heart has found
its home.
The first conscious thoughts upon waking are comforting, innocent and reassuring. We are residents in our ever so limited body, and without it we would not awaken.
Yes! Kelly Ever so limited body so true but who we would we be without it?
Do not disturb the living freshness Of the quiet mind. Love these lines, Norah. And the candle in the cave image. Very evocative. Barry's & Edmund's comments are most apt too. Thank you for another fine gift. Tom Billsborough
I love my dark cave like room In the stillness I am renewed thanks Tom
Wonderful. I too love the quiet of morning, alone with my thoughts. I have even been known to light a candle.
The cave, a womb, a place of peace, a place for contentment and stillness. In the arms of silence. Every day you fall into the mystery. Perspective, insight, peace in harmony with the moment in your candlelit cave.
Cannot imagine life without some silence and space Edmund. It's interesting I notice how much the poets on p.h. mention silence, stillness and quiet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 3:08:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
There is a sense of grandiose under the verses.