|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
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© 2017 Susan L. Chast