Just a reminder of the long cold winter we had.....



Uncomfortable, so I fill it.
Noise becomes the status quo.
Yet it seeps through, like water does a levee.
The quiet is more than I can bear.
The quiet is medication for which I would rather not…

The salve I need, but do not want.
For in the quiet, there is healing.
Which means admission of sickness.
Admission of…being human.

So I sit in the silence.
Wholeness has begun.


[Poem #24.  Image by Per Ola Wiberg via Flickr and a Creative Commons License.]


ps.  This song will help.

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