In the Silence

In the silence you wait,
Gently and patiently for her,
In the breeze that passes by,
You whisper sweet words of poetry,
Your barely there voice hums and sings,
In a notch only nightingales and owls can hear,
Your delicate tone seems so far away,
Yet noble words you shower her with,
Unlike human voice to render to her,
You speak to her heart with soft tender whispers,
So demure to touch and sooth her broken soul,
To caress the emptiness of a decaying heart,
Chained and poisoned by life's noisiness,
Your one note is like fragranted incense
Ascending to the throne of grace
You bestow her with showers of love
More precious than the gifts of the three wise men,
You call her to the deepest, most sacred sanctuary,
Far away from the world's cares and wants,
Bringing drips of honey to parched divine soul,
Clad in a garment richer than silk or velvet,
Waiting in the dark is she,
Unknowingly of a majestic persona she will encounter,
In the silence you shall meet her there


"You're my place of quiet retreat; I wait for your Word to renew me." Psalm 119:14