by Peter Ainscough
There is no silence!
Silence speaks with the sounds of creation;
The silent shore is wiled by pounding waves.
In every cemetery wild animals watch the graves
Singing their silent “De profundis” to the resters.
There is no silence!
On distant hills where no man seems to walk,
The peewits and the curlew call; the snipe and lark
Herald the coming evening, or, in fading dark,
The dawn of day when heaven’s songsters sing.
There is no silence?
When I but sit in silence, separate from the day
And search the empty places of my heart,
Shutting out the mundane sounds and murmurings
And all my conscience thoughts; within that silence
Comes the voice of God.
Have you been moved by Peter’s proclamation of Silence? Hopefully, you have been inspired to have a go at becoming one of our Wednesday Writers!?
Incidentally, if you are aged between 13 and 18 and are interested in poetry, you might be interested in the East Riding Young Poet’s Prize – you can practice publishing your poetry here on the Hedon Blog.
