Silence

For Trisha

by Paul Daly

You liked the silence.
The blare of the radio
Or the din of too much music
Disturbed your soul
And robbed you of your peace.

Where other peole distracted themselves
From hearing their inner voice
You listened.

You grazed on the silence
Like a sheep on grass
While quietly doing your work.

It was out of this silence
That you could surprise
With a wise word
Or a witty observation.
Always something gentle
Never cutting.

There was something mysterious
Going on.
Something hidden.

Beneath the serenity of the swan
Gliding along the lake
There was activity.

God was feeding your spirit.
You were like a baby at the breast
Contentedly sucking goodness
Out of the moment.

IAHIP 2023 - INSIDE OUT 99 - Spring 2023