HOLY SILENCE

There is a black obelisk that Rose without warning. Ominous, absolute, and indifferent. Quaintly called 'the silent treatment,' It was erected without consent Like a monolith from an ancient, merciless cosmos. Its surface offers nothing. No handhold and no reflection, No light and no warmth. You circle it day in and day out. You try to speak to it. You implore, but it gives nothing. This is not absence. It is a presence. A deliberate, destructive dark energy. Its purpose is t

I cannot see it Hear it Smell it Taste it, or Touch it. Yet, it has never escaped my notice. An infinitely thin space, which bridges the...

When the night sinks with a rising moon Silence illumines the universe In it is found the flame of the Spirit And all those angels...

I know of the rain Its droughts and its drenches Its drops and its drizzles. I know of the rain It's soft and it's subtle It's hard and...