358. Quiet
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(Psalm 46:10—–Be still, and know that I am God!)
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I hear no thing—a nothing—where now I sit
the darkness of the nights surrounds my days
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no clatter, no voices crack through the silence
computer keys sound gentle inside the lack of sound
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I feel the stillness as I breathe it in
a candle flame flickers and sways in the no-noise
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I listen for the moving of my brain
I wonder if I can hear what’s underneath
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I never knew God could be so still
In the silence God sifts through the layers
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© Copyright 2003 by Ann Freeman Price
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(This poetry form is a Ghazal. It is created with couplets, each line is complete, and they are often mystical thoughts.)
