What hope in silence
In deep quiet of the early hours
Hopes and truths
Whirl point to counterpoint
All come round
To too silent reverie
And salt trails betraying
A heart too full to break
Make peace in silence
When choice and time
Makes decision and endeavor
In collusion bound
Hand and hand
Round voices raised
In absolution
Worth more than pain
But ground down
By disappointments
In stillness
Still awaiting word
Sentinel, whose tears dry
And make flesh tight
Drying passage marking place
Accept and know
An oath, once given, cannot be rescinded
So, in acceptance, stand
Waiting
Quiet
Silent
In the deep heart of mourning
