And we got well acquainted, the sea and I.
Good neighbors.
Not that we spoke much.
We met in silences.
Rohr, Richard (2011-09-17). Breathing Under Water: Spirituality and the Twelve Steps (quoting Carol Bieleck)
Silences. Frightening sometimes.
Uncomfortable for many.
Welcome to a few who don't mind
the fellowship when they're alone.
Silences. The noise when there is none,
when no babbling or rambling
or talking to ban solitude intrude.
Silences. When we can know who we are,
what we are, how we feel, what we need.
Silences when we can let go of control
and let our Higher Power communicate
as we meet in the vastness of silence,
the intimacy of tranquility,
and meld.
Uncomfortable for many.
Welcome to a few who don't mind
the fellowship when they're alone.
Silences. The noise when there is none,
when no babbling or rambling
or talking to ban solitude intrude.
Silences. When we can know who we are,
what we are, how we feel, what we need.
Silences when we can let go of control
and let our Higher Power communicate
as we meet in the vastness of silence,
the intimacy of tranquility,
and meld.
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