Silence walks and rings her bell, the ground wet and cold beneath her feet… the air is heavy, it is suspended by rain, the fog lays ignored on this misty twilight by Silence.
Silence walks and rings her bell. The stones lie cold and alone on this twilight. Not a soul in sight but for the birds which rest upon the stones, memorials of those who passed, the birds pass by too.
Silence walks and rings her bell, for those who rest shall hear the ring of love, the sound of remembrance… they shall feel remembered.
Silence walks and rings her bell, she tires and walks the cold wet ground towards the gates. Slowly she turns towards the stones, watching the fog, acknowledging the birds and thanking the twilight. Be it of silence, remembrance, acknowledgment… Be it of presence…
Remember to walk with Silence and remember the day…
June 14, 1948- December 18, 2006
The third birthday I missed…
((HUGS)) and love to you!
I am remembering Rumi’s words after reading your post….
Why are you so afraid of silence,
silence is the root of everything.
If you spiral into its void,
a hundred voices will thunder messages you long to hear.
And I am sure you have heard your father’s blessings and love for you!
Thank you my friend… I hear it through your words. you are a blessing
Love your poetry. Thanks.
Thank you and welcome to my journals
Ben. Thank you! and welcome to my journals.
I’m sure he approves… or this, and you… as always.
I just missed the 8th b-day of my father’s on May 31… It never gets easier.. I never miss him any less… I think, we just get better at dealing with it.
I agree with you Sam. Peace with you