Bright Sun

Lately
I’ve been listening
To a lot of Silence
She’s rich
Full bodied
And knows
The rhymes
And rhythms
Of suffering
Like few others do

I’ve been coming to accept
That wordlessness
Renders pain the best
Doesn’t dilute nor contort
Never warps nor censors
The harrowing layers and textures
That make you wonder
Where pain ends and you begin

As I lay awake last night
The magpies sang at midnight
Calling through the darkness
Like spirits from a faraway land

To be with our pain
To let the silence hold us
To trust that, with time,
We will wake to be stirred by birdsong
Be moved by first morning’s light
And feel the sun shining
Brightly on the inside, again.