(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.
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