There's a certain kind of silence
When you sit in the grotto of a church
Far from humankind.
In moments of prayer and solitude
Focusing on an entirely omnipresent entity.
The sound of silence,
No, not complete and utter absence of noises
But that ability to shut out the unwanted voices.
And in the midst of faith and wonder
The chirping of birds
The crickets and squirrels
Leaves falling softly
And life bursting with unhindered ecstasy.
And in that moment of silence,
Wrapped in awe and profundity
I could feel my spirit rise,
The silence cleansing a wearisome life.
Making me humble myself to a prudent God.
This life given is a gift to uphold.
No words could quench my awe of His awesome glory.
This silence is one that stitches all my broken pieces.
This silence is one that sings of peace, love and mercy.