Showing posts with label silence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silence. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

 1368

Alpha & Omega

I know you love the silence and the word that can't be heard

That slipping into stillness to rise up, like a bird

Circling the hill tops, safe at the edge of thought,

Where casual adversity melts off, as the fraught

And fractious din of endless conversations disappear

Into the ocean far below or up into the air

Which effortlessly cradles me until I reach the place

Where all barriers lie broken and we are face to face.


Here is where my heart is, here I long to be,

The transforming awareness that there's only you and me

And, when you release me, return me to my work,

No matter what the problem, the upsets that may lurk

To trip me or dissuade me from following the way,

I'll always have the silence you gave to me today,

This wordless wild conviction of overflowing love

From deep below the ocean to the heavens far above.


Love does nto need explaining, love does not make demands

Love exists in giving, in meeting the commands

Of gentle expectations, to succour and relieve,

To laugh with those rejoicing, to grieve with those who grieve;

Love can never censure, love does not complain

Love flows through me unceasing its influence the same

As when I first encountered its touch upon my heart

And knew there was no turning back, no chance that we might part.


And now within this silence, I sense your gentle voice,

A whisper in the tree-tops, a calling to rejoice

In all you have created, all that comes to me,

All that has departed, all that will ever be,

For there is no beginning, as there will be no end,

No time, no space, no limits, no boundaries to offend,

No need for forgiveness, no need to lose or win,

For you, and you alone, are where I end and I begin.


Brian Hick July 2014

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Monday, July 14, 2025

 1294

Of course you're there but I will still wait

Until you tell me what I have to do,

Like some old prophet searching for the bait

To reel in converts daily, two by two.


Your silence in this noise of summer days

Rests on my heart, knowing you're aware

I'm eager to give more than simple praise

And worship, if you need me to share

The joy that comes from following the Way

The joy I feel in your abiding love

The joy that never fails or says me nay

The joy that floods like sunlight from above.

            Your silence speaks more life than life can bring

            Turning bleak winter to eternal spring.


Brian Hick July 2013

©copyright Sally Hick 14.7.25

Tuesday, March 26, 2024

 1144

Psalm


I love your silence

And the way you smile

When I rave and curse

Demanding you act now

Saying you don't care

You never listen,

When all the time

If only I would stop

For just one second

Your silence would speak worlds

And in the flow

The heat would melt away

And I would grow.


Brian Hick March 2012

©copyright Sally Hick 26.3.24

Wednesday, January 24, 2024

 1103

Silence speak so I may hear your voice

In words that resonate within my heart,

Stir up my mind and make my soul rejoice.

Let silence speak.

Mere language breeds confusion from the start

Insisting it is Truth and any choice

Is best left up to others who have art

And education on their side, where moist

Lips and oily tongues obscure the part

Which I would hear, but cannot for the noise.

Let silence speak.


Brian Hick January 2012

©copyright Sally Hick 24.1.24

Wednesday, December 6, 2023

 1053


A flap of pigeons

A buzz from electric wires;

A silent morning.


Brian Hick November 2011

©copyright Sally Hick 6.12.23

Friday, September 15, 2023

 992

St Catherine's Oratory survived

            The reformation's crushing blows

            Because its high position shows

The way to ships up from St Ives,


And through the years the spinster band

            Has wheezed its way there in the hope

            Of matrimony - while the Pope

Was happy for the cash in hand.


But cynicism can't explain

            The answered prayers, the renewed hope

            Which many found within the scope

Of simple faith's eternal gain


And even if St Catherine's story

            Cannot stand the test of time

            She waits, a martyr in the line

Of meditation's mystery.


From the Abbey Church below

            The walk's enough to clear the mind

            Towards - well, if not god-inclined -

At least to thought that starts to show


Awareness, sensitivity

            To more than money, sex or food

            And all that is grotesque and lewd

In daily life's insanity.


The oratory's stone edifice

            Stands empty, yet, restored for use

            And worship, freed from the abuse

Of doctrine or the casual tourist,


Shines a light for those who come

            In search of meaning for today

            Letting silence show the way

To truth, as it has ever done.


Brian Hick August 2011

©copyright Sally Hick 15.9.23