08 November 2017

Holy Noise: a poem with very little pain in it


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 Muir Woods National Monument: a natural cathedral, photo by PeteBobb 



Most apparent when silence is the goal,
noise can be the sounded silence 
of a child's sobs or make-believe 
or a Meeting for Worship’s hush as 
humans breath, cough and wake 
in heightened awareness
of God’s presence.

Alone or together, we are akin to trees
our silence rustling and creaking welcome 
to bugs and woodpeckers and wind,
to chipmunks and other passers-by.
We still ourselves, lean against 
tall pine trunks or chair backs,  
listen heart to heart.



For Sumana's prompt 

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Silence


My blog poems are rough drafts. 
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© 2017 Susan L. Chast


18 comments:

Thotpurge said...

Oh I like that our silence is the rustle and creak welcome to the little creatures...such a peaceful thought!

X said...

Nice. While connected, each stanza can be a poem in itself.
I like how you give noise to silence in each, the first that it can be the sobs of a child. Which made me think of how some people make kids sit in silence as a correction, and it is heart breaking.

I really like the second, maybe because of my strong(er) nature connection here of late. I like how you relate us to trees and the creeking and the squirrels it makes silence feel alive. I find peace in the pseudo-silence of the woods and trees. A retreat for me.

Sumana Roy said...

To be there in the space of Waking " heightened awareness" & listening "heart to heart." is godly silence indeed. Another beauty, Susan.

kaykuala said...

we are akin to trees—
our silence rustling and creaking welcome
to bugs and woodpeckers and wind

As innocent bystanders, one is often helpless and is not able to act when it is apparent that injustice is perpetrated!

Hank

Sherry Blue Sky said...

LOVE the various silences.......especially the Friends' silence which I imagine must be so peaceful and warm..........and love that "we are akin to trees". That we are!

tonispencer said...

Wonderful poem or should I say two poems joined as one? Both are wonderful together and separate. I especially like the kinship to trees. I am a regular tree climber and sitter and have my best friend in the woods next to our house.

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Susan,
I enjoyed reading your poem and seeing a contrast between a spiritual silence, during a wake time and the silence found in a natural setting..broken only by birdsong or leafy trees. All forms of silence have their individual places and values.. Eileen

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

It's been many years since I've been in a meeting for worship, but your entire poem brought it all back to me...in silence. Amen.

Gillena Cox said...

I prefer to read them as two poems, complete in themselves. And my favourite would be the second one. Thanks for dropping by my blog today Susan

Much💖love

Marja said...

Love the last stanza Amazing I felt myself leaning agains a trunk Listening heart to heart


Old Egg said...

Silence is beautiful but so too are the everyday sounds of our and others existence. Those of us who live alone cherish both the quiet of ourselves as well as that knock on the door that makes us feel less alone. Beautifully written Susan.

Khaya Ronkainen said...

"listen heart to heart" How beautiful is that kind of silence!

annell4 said...

the simple "heart to heart," ....listening! You did a great job with this one!

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Love your words.

Silence is a wonderful thing yet need not be necessarily silent.

I feel kinship with trees (although not a tree hugger) and find them most beautiful and I can gaze on them for hours. And how too, like us, they need the attention of others, to thrive.

Anna :o]

Brendan said...

Lovely poem -- Robert Bly once wrote that humans coming together are like birds who weave imperfect nests. Silence is heard only or at best in our awkward embrace of it. Wonderful observation of the peripherals of silence.

Jae Rose said...

Such a tender and beautiful write

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

'we lean 'and become silent' that is the golden voice...I heard silence when I read the poem

Edith Maxwell said...

This is so lovely, Susan. I am delighted to discover thee is also a Friend! Blessings.