This Silence (Be still and know)

This silence drips,

Cold and wet,

Like leaves after rain,

Like the rusted corners of gutters,

Softening the frozen core

In the centre of my heart.

This silence screams,

Tornado-like,

Through my quivered, straining senses,

Though nothing has moved,

At all,

In this breathless place.

This silence shines

Like a dark pool,

A catalogued mirror

To the chatter of my soul

Reflecting things that,

Rightly,

Never see the light of day.

This silence climbs,

Like a tearing vine

Across the crumbling edifice

I have to call my pride:

Demolishing, yet holding me,

At one and the same time.

This silence calls

A name I do not know,

A new identity.

I strive to hear,

Reaching down,

Falling deeper

Into silence.

This silence changes

The things I thought I knew.

My eyes torn

From the immediate,

Dazzled,

While in darkness,

With a splendour that brings tears.

This silence holds,

Embraces,

Overturns,

Renews,

And wraps me in your peace

I still don’t understand.