The quilted silence
refused to be pulled back,
covering the room
with the cold stillness
of an abandoned rundown clock.
Yet, time keeps its appointments
well into the hushed hours; sleep
encouraged to seize the lingering
tranquil void.
Coiled in dreams of dreams
the aching heart screams out
seeking understanding…quietly
but the mind turns a deaf ear.
Deep within the soul
the calm wind of hope
eavesdrop on the quiet scene
and silently begins to stir.
A quiet voice whispers:
“Faith tested is faith
strengthened; like muscle,
it becomes firmer.”
The mind relaxes; the spirit smiles;
the silent pain snail-pace away:
Peace—perfect peace—abides.