learning to speak the language of silence
can be more of a challenge
than one expect
there can be joyful silence
there can be silence of sadness
there can be brutal silence
there can be compassionate silence
and there can be
silence of grace
temptation
understanding might not always be
the shortest way to truth
even if it is dangerously tempting
to believe so
new
a different landscape
different smells
different colours
different earths
different birds
different butterflies
different dreams
pasture
another day of soft
silent
falling rain
nourishing the green
and the pastures of the heart
where patience grow
exception
certain days
are not like the others
certain nights
even less
fellowship
patience can be
a difficult fellow
to hang out with
the more
that what is being waited for
is the sun
though the beauty of the flowering trees
are being given the grace
to endure longer
than ever
patience can still be
a difficult fellow
to hang out with
oversea
abundance can be
overwhelming to receive
unusual to navigate in
as an unexpected sea of happiness
opening up in front
highlight
what a golden sunrise can do
to a devastated landscape
whether it be
emotional
or tangible
spreading healing light over the wounds
highlighting the power
of beauty
reverence
the silent beauty
in the wonder of
an unfolding flower
slowed down by cold
permitting
every moment of appearance
to be revered
as the pale reflection in the wonder of
an unfolding soul
rainbow
building bridge
between what was
and what is
to come
dissolving patterns to prevent
that was is
to come
will just be
a different variation of
what was
rainbows always help