Silence of the Soul
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Words,
too many words,
superfluous and useless.
They bind you in a swirling vortex,
drown you in inconsequential thoughtlessness.
Oh for a few moments of supreme silence,
in some secluded space,
where you might not even hear
the wayward wind comes and goes.
A quiet nook, devoid of insane noise,
You then can walk with God.
For even when He became man,
He looked for silent places,
high up on the lofty mountain tops.
So my sinful superficial soul aspires
for that empty sound of the suburb soul,
a liveable lullaby of paradoxical peace,
where the warring world is shut out
There I will find a small cosy corner
where I can meet and talk to God,
my rendezvous with my beloved Lord.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2024
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