"Silence is the only common language." - James Baldwin
This silence started December 26th, 2020
Our days are filled with words words around us and on us words that embrace and pierce words comprehensible and strangely made.
Among all this chaotic cacophony sits each of us with our own words spoken and unspoken understood and not understood.
Now it is the frayed evening and the one thing I can offer is to listen to your words, to bless them in my own way like the abbot at compline in the monastery dark and deep.
Then we both will part into the silence of the night the silence that surrounds us in the womb and greets us when we cross over at our ending
this silence which is our only common language.
Sometimes I look back at poems, and know just where they came from. Other times I look with wonder and have no idea. There is a monastery near here that is very special. Compline is my favorite time to be there.