silence waits for all noise
to cease

she will let you enter
her realms

when your effort
matches her solitude.

Words are threads of many colors.
That can be woven into something
Beautiful and strong.
I said that to Melan of Innocence once
And it’s true.
She is a weaver of gossamer truth.
Warp dipped in LOVE and then woven
Through heartwarming weft
To form fabric both beautiful and
Astoundingly strong.
ljm

to put away all noise
to move into stillness

to cast out all thought
to value the invisible

to acknowledge spirit
to let love do all.

a muffled song came through the walls
the walls of my shame
clearer now its sweet refrain,
'don't you know you are forgiven'