Silence Profound

Setting foot, chill winter's path in sleepy crystal light

Murmur of river to the left, steel hulk of train to the right

Squeak and crunch of snow beneath boots, exhaling fog

Atoms of the mind slowing down, lungs crackle with air

In the company of crows, and a young spirit holding his hand

They walk this frozen day just because the path is there

So weary are they of the stale air of television and close walls

Each step brings peace of mind a little closer, a little sharper

They chase shadows and laugh, the ducks chuckle to hear the joke

She the child that becomes anchor and sail for the soul

Too exhausted of this world and petty concerns that so distract

From art and love, the very blood of our veins, life of our hearts

The crow calls, the path is empty except for the young soul and the old

A finger to lips, saying "Hush, child" pointing to the trees

She cocks an angel face saying "Why, daddy, why?", they turn facing the sun

and he smiles, the cloth of exhaustion snatched from the table of his heart

"...because the ducks, the crows, the very river murmur to us, daughter,

and if we are quiet enough...shh!...the voice of God."

photo credits: irish gumbo