This Silence
found in a post about Thomas Merton – very attractive:
This rising tide of
silence murmurs life
into my fault lines.
She always finds her
own way home in me,
to flood the cellars.
Here she takes her seat
– she has always been
the abbess of my abyss.
She greets those hungry
ghosts as long-lost friends
as they fade into her waters.
She is all that’s left of my
ruins – she is the foundations
and the pillars of this world.