(Written in 2010)
It's a lonely, quiet world;
It's a silent, empty place.
Most days so far have been to me
Soft rain upon my face.
Like the silence just before the dawn,
Like winter waits for spring,
You know it comes, but oh so long
You wait, just listening.
It's a lonely quiet world,
But I am full of peace.
The soft grey rain feels sad, and yet,
Refreshing on my face.
Sometimes the greyest place is best
To learn to live in joy.
I wouldn't bother singing
If my world were full of noise.
So I'll let this silence be my space
To wander for a season,
And if, in such an empty place,
I find compelling reason
For joy and strength and peace of mind,
Such joie de vivre will render
This silent time a gentle spring
For sowing later splendour.