Sweet Silence

by Columbine

Sweet Silence, show me now your shadowed face
As gentle as the softly whisp'ring snow
Beneath the sighing yews I seek your grace
In respite from what noise, I do not know
For I step lightly everywhere I go
Aspiring to your kindly majesty
And would my heart and home make ever so
With some success, I masquerade as thee
Your tender call as natural to me
As clamor and display to my own race
I thank you then, for opportunity
To walk with you in this, your sacred place
Your comfort natural and given free
To soothe ears ravaged by humanity

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