HUMMED SILENCE

Pursed lips in the silence speak though musings

As the willow’s dance ceases in the stillness of the fog and the weight of the worlds cloak quiets all beasts and beings

The clarion cry of seeking disrupts morning sleep and a need for something more pulls the broken from slumber

It is here that fractured pride and the boasting soul kneel; humbled

It is here that the dreaded call of healing afflicts the unresponsible and the blameworthy

Here in the awakening of the sublime