Evening Hush

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EVENING HUSH

by Robert Trabold

http://bobtrabold.com/

 

Gentle summer air – comfortable 

not hot – colors tone down – 

sunshine has gone – I hear 

the final chirps of the birds in the trees. 

Like a cat walking on freshly cut grass – 

stillness descends on all – 

no wind to disturb the calm. 

It was a long day – too many chores – 

aching feet – e-mails – telephone calls 

decisions to be made. 

Welcome relief to sit in the quiet! 

I let it roll over my whole body – 

deep sedative – 

calm takes me over – even my 

feet do not ache so much. 

I look forward to this hour – 

time for a visit. 

Garden’s hush opens up 

an abyss at my center – still point. 

Someone touches me – mystery – otherness. 

No words are spoken – silence 

is the language of God – 

silence – calm – hushed garden – 

usher me into a presence – 

presence of my Beloved. 

Let me rest in this quiet – 

visit – gift – that puts a beautiful 

end to a hectic day. 

Someone is with me – that is all that matters!

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Sounds of Silence

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Sounds of Silence

by Robert Trabold

http://bobtrabold.com/

 I hear waves lapping the shore in the distance –

deep sounds – coming out of eternity.

Cool sea breeze touches my face –

silent – coming from the same eternity.

Endless blue sky says not a word –

hangs over all.

Sounds of waves wash deep within me –

open an abyss at my center.

My slow quiet breathing points to it!

I feel a pain within my whole body –

pains of love – longing – desire.

Abyss takes hold of me –

penetrates my whole core.

Abyss is mystery – darkness – silence –

presence of my Beloved.

My Beloved is knocking at my heart – at my center.

Tears fill my eyes but I can say no words –

I have no words to say!

Sounds of the waves echo my endless longing.

Love – desire – feelings of fire close my throat.

My Beloved is other – transcendent – beyond me –

yet always deep within me –

a presence I have – do not have.

So I can only sit – wait – whisper:

‘For you alone, my soul wants in silence.’

 

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